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Brig. General J. H. Price, O.B.E., M.C., D.C.L., (Honorary Chairman) Montreal 


Hugh Hallward, Esq., (Chairman) Montreal 

Hartland L. Price, Esq., C.A., (Vice-Chairman) Montreal 

John Churchill-Smith, Esq., (Ass't. Secretary) Montreal 

John F. Bail lie, Esq., Montreal 

R. G. Bremner, Esq., Montreal 

Eric H. Molson, Esq., Montreal 

Raymond C. Setlakwe, Esq., Thetford Mines 

Desmond N. Stoker, Esq., Montreal 


Douglas H. Bradley, Esq., North Hatley 

F. S. Burbidge, Esq., Montreal 

Daniel Doheny, Esq., Q.C., Montreal 

Hon. C. M. Drury, C.B.E., D.S.O., E.D., Ottawa 

C. L. 0. Glass, Esq., M.A., D.C.L., D. d'U., Ayers Cliff 

J. P. G. Kemp, Esq., Toronto 

J. H. F. Kenny, Esq., Ottawa 

Hon. Mr. Justice Wm. Mitchell, D.C.L., Ayers Cliff 

Bartlett H. MacDougall, Esq., Toronto 

John R. McLernon, Esq., Vancouver 

R. R. McLernon, Esq., Montreal 

W. S. Tyndale, Esq., Q.C., Montreal 

Peter G. White, Esq., Sherbrooke 


H. Weir Davis, Esq., Q.C., Montreal 

Sydney Denmon, Esq., Montreal 

Major E. de L. Greenwood, Dorval 

Lt. Col. H. C. MacDougall, Montreal 

Major T. H. P. Molson, Montreal 

John G. Porteous, Esq., Q.C., Montreal 

Brig. G. Victor Whitehead, Dorval 

Old Boy's Association 
G. Raymond Courey, (President) 


Headmaster - F. Stewart Large, M.A., Columbia University, 
B.A., Trinity College, University of Toronto 

Senior Master- J. G. Patriquin, B.A., Acadia University 
(Head — History Department) 

R. L. Evans, M.A., Bishop's University, B.A., 
Trinity College, University of Toronto 
(Head — English Department) 

H. Doheny, B.A., B.C.L., McGill University, 
(Assistant to the Headmaster) 

R. R. Owen, B.A., Bishop's University 
(Head — Language Department) 

A. P. Campbell, B.A., Queen's University, 
(Head — Science Department) 

R. P. Bedard, B.A., Loyola College, B.Ed., 
University of Sherbrooke (Housemaster) 

J. D. Cowans, M.A., University of Montreal, 
B.A., Sir George Williams University, 
(Administrative Assistant) 

Rev. F. H. K. Greer, M.A., Dalhousie University 

J. Milligan, B.Sc, Bishop's University, 

P.P.Ed., McMaster University (Housemaster) 

D. A. G. Cruickshank, B,A., Bishop's University 
(Choir Master) (University Advisor) 

R. O. Lloyd, M.A., University of Western Ontario 

D. J. Campbell, B.Sc, Bishop's University 

P. R. Henderson, B.A., Trinity College, 
University of Toronto 

G. P. Kelly, B.A., University of New Brunswick 

R. B. Napier, B.Sc, Queen's University, 
Belfast, Ireland 

J. N. Whitmore, B.Sc, University of Manitoba 

W. W. Badger, B.A., Bishop's University, 
(Head — Mathematics Department) 

A. Robertson, B.A., St. John's College, 
Oxford University (Housemaster) 

Mrs. F. Taboika, Escuela Normal, 

Buenos Aires (Part-Time Spanish Teacher) 

Mr. B. Ander, B.Sc, University of 
British Columbia 

Mr. C. Goodwin, B.A., Bishop's University 

Mr. H. McFarlane, B.A., B.Ed., Mount 
Allison University 

Mr. A. J. Stuart Bateman, M.A., Trinity 
College, Dublin 

Mr. N. Campbell, B.A., Queen's University 

Mr. E. Detchon, B.A., Bishop's University, 
Certificat de deuxieme degre d'etudes 
francaises, Grenoble 

Director of A thletics 
CD.. C.S., of C. 

Major S. F. Abbott, 

Organist - Mrs. Bertha Bell, L. Mus., 
Dominion College of Music 

Music Teacher - Mrs. E. Detchon, 
Royal School of Music 

Librarian - Mrs. L. M. Allison, A.L.A., 
London England 

Mrs. J. G. Patriquin, A.B., 
University of Florida 

Mrs. R. L. Evans, A.B., 
University of Pennsylvania 

Art — Mr. D. Morgan, Diploma School of Art and 
Design, Montreal Museum of Fine Arts 

Nurses - Mrs. P. Belton, R.N., Mrs. O. Coombes 

Bursar and Secretary - Lt. Col. J. L. Blue, E.D. 

Headmaster's Secretary - Mrs. J. H. Tear 

Secretary Staff- Mrs. M. Bishop 
Miss C. Taylor 
Mrs. J. Meagher 
Mrs. A. Kobelt 

School Matron - Mrs. L. M. Brady 


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Mr. Stuart Bateman, bringing a little English 
humour to the Bishop's College School faculty, 
made his entrance in September, 1970. "The 
Bate" came to us with a great deal of boarding 
school experience hailing from St. Paul's 
School, England. He brought with him his 
charming wife and son James, and they have 
taken up residence on the third floor of School 
House. Master Bateman received his M.A. at 
Trinity College at Dublin, Ireland. At B.C.S. he 
teaches geography. 

During the year, Stuart started up a new 
squash crease and it met with great success; the 
season was highlighted by a trip to Montreal to 
play in a tournament. He also gave assistance 
in the running of AGORA, and was a 
creasemaster for both soccer and cricket. At 
Smith House, he shared the duties of 
master-on-duty, where he could be found 
beating two boys in badminton, indoor tennis, 
or anything else with which they might 
challenge him. 

Mr. Bateman, with his continuous smile, 
has made his mark at B.C.S. and is a friend 
of masters and boys alike. Here's hoping that 
he will let his roots deepen some more and 
stay awhile at the school. 

Mr. Detchon joined the school teaching 
staff this year under a definite handicap - he 
was just newly married. This did not stop 
him, however, from pursuing a good job as a 
French master and Ski team coach. Mr. 
Detchon was also very active in the stage 
crew which made both the sets for the two 
Lennoxville Players' productions. 

Eric came to us after teaching at King's 
College School near Halifax, Nova Scotia. He 
has a B.A. from Bishop's University and a 
French Studies Certificate from the University 
of Grenoble, where he spent the summer of 

Mr. Detchon was coach of the Junior Soccer 
league, and had the first B.C.S. Junior Ail-Star 
Soccer team which played other teams. He also 
organized the first stage crew which enabled 
boys to help in the making of scenery for stage 

We are happy that Mr. Detchon came to 
us by God's blessing and we hope he will 
stay in "la Belle Province" for a good long 

An old boy at Trinity College School in Port 
Hope, Neil Campbell came to the school after 
considerable work in the educational research 
field. He graduated from Queen's University 
with an Honours B.A. in history and geog- 
raphy, and began graduate work at the In- 
stitute of Canadian Studies at Carlton Univer- 

Here, at B.C.S., Neil has made up for the 
problems he has caused at the Master's 
Common Room dutch-doors through his in- 
teresting lectures in the class room and his 
"fair ball" on the playing fields — having 
coached soccer, hockey, and cricket. Neil has 
been very successful in "running" the top 
floor of the Grier House Mad-House and his 
enthusiasm and good-spirit are well-established 
trademarks of his character. Perhaps the only 
thing that Neil is missing is his white Volvo 
— it seems to disappear every once in a 

Unfortunately, during the last two weeks 
of the academic year, Neil left us temporarily 
to go into hospital for an operation. Every- 
thing has turned out favourably and he 
returned in good health. A nature-lover and 
an avid traveller, Mr. Campbell may look 
forward to many fruitful years at B.C.S. 

The school bids a reluctant adieu to Roger 
Henderson who's returning to his native 
Ontario in search of new accomplishments at 
Crescent School, a private day school in To- 
ronto. During his four years at B.C.S., he has 
been prominent both athletically and academ- 
ically, and his friendly informal relations with 
the boys have made him one of the more 
popular masters in the school. 

Roger's main contributions to the school 
have been academic. His English classes, taking 
advantage of the independent study system, 
presented the opportunity for learning but left 
the actual "work" up to the student's own 
initiative. His involvement and leadership in 
discussion groups added a new dimension to 
communication between people, masters and 
boys alike in the school. His evening duties in 
the school presented an opportunity to any 
boy to talk to a sympathic and understanding 
listener, who responded, not as a teacher or an 
adult, but rather as a friend. 

We wish Mr. Henderson the best of luck in 
his new role at Crescent School, and we hope 
he will be as successful there as he was here. 
For all he has done, a grateful school thanks 

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After four years of devoted teaching at 
Bishop's College School, Gerald Kelly is 
moving on to pursue his interests across the 
Atlantic. Having already mastered Latin, 
Greek and French, he has spent the past two 
years studying German and next year will 
occupy a teaching position at a private school 
in Castrop-Rouxel, West Germany; quite a 
credit to his linguistic abilties. 

Herr Kelly maintains a great interest in 
classical music and this year took charge of 
an activities group in cadets to share his 
knowledge of music with them. He has 
coached a challenging and enjoyable snow- 
shoe crease every winter during his stay at 
B.C.S. In a teaching capacity, he has instructed 
every form in Latin and just recently has 
taught History to the Junior School. 

But Gerald was more than just a teacher 
or sports master, he was a true friend, a 
person who cared for the welfare of his 
students. You could go to him at anytime 
with your problems and he would try to 
help. He bridged the master-student gap for 
many boys. 

We would like to wish him all the best in 
the future and good luck in finding a 

Mr. Milligan has been with us for ten 
years, giving us loyal and faithful service. He 
sacrified time in all spheres of school life. 
Very involved in the schools' sports programs, 
being head coach of first team football for 
three years, he also coached a number of 
hockey teams, while being co-ordinator of the 
Phys. Ed. classes and coaching the Track and 
Field Team. 

Acting as Housemaster of Chapman House 
for two years, he served the boys of the 
house with fervent enthusiasm. He will also 
be remembered for his house parties and 
team celebrations. Last year Mr. Milligan led 
the house to the winning of the schools' 
baseball pennant. 

Mr. Milligan's plans are to move on to 
Lakefield College in Ontario, where he will 
join Mr. Terry Guest. We would like to offer 
congratulations on the new arrival to the 
Milligan household, Donna Milligan. We wish 
him and his family the best of luck, with 
sincere thanks from all the students of B.C.S. 


The golden tuft of hair, the green blazer and 
green tie of our Irish Leprechaun will be miss- 
ing from B.C.S. next year. Mr. Napier, who 
came to us from Belfast via Queen's University 
where he graduated with an honours degree in 
Physics, has just finished his fourth year of 
teaching at the school. It is with deepest sor- 
row that we see him leave our ranks. 

Both as a teacher and a sports coach his 
services were invaluable to the school. As head 
of the Physics Department and as a Math 
instructor Mr. Napier displayed an enthusiasm 
for his work which was infectious among his 

But his energy was not restricted to the 
classroom; every day after classes in the fall 
term, you could see him on the soccer field 
directing a group of boys in drills or scrim- 
mages. He has had his share of winners too. 
Last year his team was undefeated and this 
year they were the champions of the Eastern 
Townships league. 

Mr. Napier got along well with everyone and 
was a guiding influence for many boys. We 
wish him happiness and good luck in his future 
placement as Principal of a High School in the 
Gaspe and thank him for all he has done to 
make B.C.S. a better school. 

John Whitmore will be starting a new job as 
master at King's College School in Nova Scotia, 
but it will be some time before we can adjust 
to his absence. John came to Bishop's in 1967 
to teach physics and mathematics, in a sporty 
green MG, which has since been replaced by a 
blue Ford van. He immediately involved him- 
self in all the electronics work around the 
school and was so efficient he could nearly 
catch Jack Grimsdell running up centre stairs. 

Those boys who knew him at all found a 
person they could talk to, get advice from, and 
have their hair cut by, all at the same time. 
John has always been known as someone who 
decides on something and does it, not letting 
anything get in his way. Thus he has chalked 
up numerous achievements at the school. He 
founded Radio B.C.S., originated the Curling 
Club, and coached the Bantam Soccer team to 
a championship. John has also done lighting 
for a great many school plays and productions 
of the Lennoxville Players. He has been an in- 
spiration to many, always willing to help and to 
give his point of view. 

We will miss John next year, but we know 
he will be giving everything he has to his new 
job. From all the School, Good Luck! 



school record 13 

fall sports 45 

winter sports 5g 

spring sports 59 

activities 7g 

literary 105 

advertising 135 




Editor-in-Chief - R. Glass 
Layout Editor - S. Fraser Copy Editor - M. Stephen 
Business Editors - D. Menzies, M. Zinay Literary Editor - A. Martin-Smith 
Senior Forms Editors - G. Ritchie, L. McCoy Art Editor - S. Lewis 

Photographic Editor - P. Lawee Sports Editor - K. Reardon 

Advisor— R. Lloyd, Esq. 



D. Marzban; A. Montano; The Headmaster, R. Sewell; M. Lacasse 

Perhaps the most important thing which 
helps the prefect system to function properly 
is cooperation. At all times the student body 
must cooperate with the prefects to help them, 
and the prefects should cooperate to achieve 
the intentions of the masters. This year the 
spirit of cooperation was very much in 
evidence, and we hope that in the future this 
spirit can grow. By pulling away from the 
police state of yesteryear the prefects have had 
to find a place within the school where they 
can have authority based on this cooperative 
spirit. This has been the transition that we 
have tried to make, and the general direction 
that seems to have resulted is the appointment 
of House Prefects, who will be responsible 
within their houses. 

Mr. Cowans has been an invaluable aid to us 
this year and we would like to thank him 

for the long hours of patience and advice 
that he has given us to weather our various 
troubles. By having next year's prefects 
appointed before the end of the spring term 
it allows them a chance to speak to both the 
masters and the prefects leaving the school. 
That proved to be a great help to us this 
year because of the obvious advantages gained 
by being a little better prepared for the 
coming year. 

Being a prefect at B.C.S. has a definite 
influence on the people who are chosen for the 
job, and at times the going gets very rough. 
But we have faith that the group who will 
make up the prefect body in the coming year 
will be able to work out any obstacles which 
appear. We wish them the best of luck in their 
year and we hope that they live up to our 
expectations of their combined abilities. 


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Andrew Montano (Monty) - 1965 

"I'm not lazy, I was just born tired." 

AMBITION: To be an athlete 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Anchor man on a relay team with 

Valeri, Artiss and K-bomb 

PET AVERSION: Warm weather 

CLAIM TO FAME: Getting perfumed letters from girls he doesn't 

ACTIVITIES: Second football, colours; First football, colours; Cadet 
Major; Librarian; Players Club; Student's Council 
Chairman; Choctaws; Track, colours; Choir Head; 
Censor Board. 


Michael Lacasse (Cote) - 1967 

"My object all sublime, I shall achieve in time, 

to let the punishment fit the crime." 
AMBITION: Roller Derby Jammer 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Sharpening roller skates 
PET AVERSION: Being a member of the Choctaws 
ACTIVITIES: Snowshoeing; Second football; First football; 

Choctaws; Intermediate cricket; Cadet Adjutant; 

Censor Board; Lennoxville Players. 


Dinyar Marzban (Din) - 1967 
AMBITION: President , of Seagrams 
PASTIME: Barbara 

ACTIVITIES: First cricket, second class 
colours; Cadet Lieutenant. 

colours; First soccer, 


Robert Sewell (Froggy) - 1967 

AMBITION: Being accepted to U.B.C. (Baie Comeau) 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Skid row skating champ 

PROTOTYPE: D'Artagnan 

PET AVERSION: Fast skaters 

ACTIVITIES: Second football, captain; Firt football, captain; First 
hockey, captain, colours; First cricket, colours; Players 
club; Social services; Cadet Captain; Censor Board. 

Craig Bishop (Crig Crog) - 1964 

PASTIME: Writing "Dear John" letters which backfire 
ACTIVITIES: Soccer; Curling; Cho,r; Cadet Lieutenant; Water safety 


Bruce Doulton (Dolts) - 1969 


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Ed Buckle (The Belt) - 1970 

AMBITION: Being rich with three ski-doos and two outboards 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Hockey star for "Duplesis Dynamites" 

CLAIM TO FAME: Talkative nature 

PROTOTYPE: Lone Ranger 

ACTIVITIES: Soccer; First hockey, colours; Lacrosse. 

Marcel Etheridge (Hound Dog) - 1968 

"In this world you gotta grab for all the gusto you can get. " 

AMBITION: Bootlegger in Braddor Bay 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Co-pilot for the flying Parson 


PROTOTYPE: Road Runner 

ACTIVITIES: Second football; First hockey; Soccer; Track, colours. 

Pamino Farakuki — 1970 
AMBITION: World renowned playboy 
CLAIM TO FAME: Athens College T-shirt 
PET AVERSION: People in his room 
ACTIVITIES: Oiling squeaky doors in Smith House. 

Eliot Frosst (Z) - 1965 
"Labour not for the meat that pensheth. 
But for the meat that endureth unto everlasting life. 

AMBITION: Obstetrician 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Unemployed mid-wife 

CLAIM TO FAME: Size sixteen shoes (and hands) 

PASTIME: Working in the kitchen 

ACTIVITIES: Whit-TV; Cross-country ski; Computer club 

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Bill Howson (Rocket Bill) - 1968 
"None" to speak of. 

AMBITION: Rich businessman with women falling at his feet. 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Candy store owner with jungle mouth. 
PASTIME: Williams House tuck shop. 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Smoked Meat, 35«i " 
ACTIVITIES: First football, captain; Whispering Pines club; Seventh 
Form Class President. 

Steven Kan (The' Amazing Manl — 1970 

"Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the stench of an Inca Man". 

AMBITION: To eat an eraser. 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Working his way back to Singapore in 

a fortune cookie. 
PROTOTYPE: Burnt Onion Sandwich. 
ACTIVITIES: Choir, Band, Rec Ski. 

Michael Kirkwood (Rock) — 1966 

"Now that women are engineers, scientists and executives, do you 
think that they could someday learn to parallel park." 

AMBITION: Engineer. 


PROTOTYPE: Sgt. Rock of Easy Company. 

PET AVERSION: Juniors in Grier House. 

ACTIVITIES: First soccer, colours; Track; Film club; Choir; 
Computer club; Golf; Censor Board; Cadet Staff- 

Colin Mclver (Cecil) - 1968 

"Committees are the escape of the mediocre" 

AMBITION: Medicine 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: The only witch doctor in Jamaica with 

a muskrat coat. 
PASTIME: Leading demonstrations against the church. 
CLAIM TO FAME: Year round Jamaican tan 

ACTIVITIES: First cricket, colours; First soccer, colours; Camera 
club; Players club; Squash. 

David Male (Smiles) - 1969 

"Music is love in search of a word" S.L. 

AMBITION: Official B.C.S. hockey photographer. 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Professional rink rat. 

CLAIM TO FAME: Stereo System. 

PASTIME: Exterminating cheeky little Fourth Formers. 

ACTIVITIES: First football; Camera club; Censor Board; Skiing. 


Ronald Marchuk (Ron) - 1965 
"Ah, but a man's need should exceed his grasp" R.B. 
PET AVERSION: Criticism. 
CLAIM TO FAME: Scholar's tie. 
PASTIME: Feeding geese. 
ACTIVITIES: Choir; Soccer; Skiing; Cricket; Cadet Corporal; Choc- 

Guy Mayer (Guy-doo) - 1968 
"Can you believe it? Free at last, free at last" 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Local dog catcher 
PET AVERSION: Finding "04" busy 
CLAIM TO FAME: His suits 

ACTIVITIES: First soccer, Cadet Corporal; Censor Board; Agora; 
Compton; First ski, Track. 

Douglas Ross (Rass) 4 B.C. 

"Man's impuissance is epitomized in his basic inefficiency 

to collude extemporaneonsly in the most exterminating 

constigency. " 

AMBITION: Wall Street Tycoon 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Selling hot dogs at Shea Stadium 
PROTOTYPE: Old Man Adams 

ACTIVITIES: First football, colours; Censor Board; Golf; Players 
club; Agora; Choir; Cadet Lieutenant. 

Stephen Simkovits (pecko wits) - 1967 
"Whet we are . . . is God's gift to us. 

What we become . . . is our gift to God. " 
PET AVERSION: People who don't say Hil 
CLAIM TO FAME: Flashy gold microsuit 
PROTOTYPE: Elmer Fudd 
ACTIVITIES: First football; Choir; Astronomy club. 

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Richard Acres (Wicky) - 1967 

"Ability is of little account without opportunity" 

AMBITION: To be president of the women's P.G.A. 


CLAIM TO FAME: Inviting friends to the Bahamas who can't 

afford it 
PROTOTYPE: "Big Brother" 

ACTIVITIES: Soccer; Choctaws; Choir; Film club; Cadet Sergeant- 

John Apostolides (Le Grec) - 1966 
"Drop acid on your soul 
and the Greeks shall inherit the earth. " 
AMBITION: To explain himself 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Still figuring it out 
CLAIM TO FAME: Never listening to what he says 
PASTIME: Soccer; Hockey; Rec. ski; Choir. 

Tim Atkinson (Atkinsmoke) - 1969 
AMBITION: Journalist 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Newspaper boy on the corner 
PASTIME: Going to see his brother at B U 
PROTOTYPE: A telephone pole 

ACTIVITIES: Second team soccer, colours; Rec. ski; Lanscaping 
Riverside chalet. 

Peter Brooke (Flatman) - 1968 
"Some men see things as they are and say why 
I dream things that never were and say why not. " R F K 

CLAIM TO FAME: His burners 
PASTIME: Leaves on weekends. To where Pete? 
ACTIVITIES: First football; Snowshoe; Curling;' Camera club; Range. 


Philip Bull (Ba, Ba) - 1969 

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George Bruemmer (Zoomer) — 1969 

'What I need is a holiday" 

AMBITION: Freelance writter 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Chatanooga, Tennessee 

CLAIM TO FAME: Purple peace shirts 

PASTIME: Southern belles 

ACTIVITIES: Soccer; Rotary club; Squash; Skiing; Social services. 

Michael Bull - 1969 



CLAIM TO FAME: Amphibious qualities 

PASTIME: Catching flies 

ACTIVITIES: Second football, colours; Skiing. 

Pierre Clermont - 1970 

"Most of our education is given, not by our parents 
or teachers but by the people we stick with. " 
AMBITION: To be vice-president of Clermont Motors 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Model for eighteen hour girdle 
PASTIME: Competing with Bull in a T.V. Quiz 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "He went that way." 
ACTIVITIES: Second football; Hockey; Skiing. 

John Daughney (Scatback de Gaspe Tech) — 1969 

"We never knew he was drunk until we saw him sober." 

AMBITION: Phys. Ed. Teacher 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Hunting pygmies in the Amazon 

PET AVERSION: Paul's and Guy's breath 

CLAIM TO FAME: Sept Isles 

ACTIVITIES: Track, First football; Cricket; Riverside chalet. 


Richard Glass (Crick) 


Lyall Davies (Rod) - 1967 

"To drink is nothing, it is to be drunk that counts." Hemingway 
AMBITION: 14-3/4" 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Owner of a pawn shop on Craig Street 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Look what I can do! " 
CLAIM TO FAME: Trips to Sherbrooke 

ACTIVITIES: Second football; First football: Skiing; Cricket; 
Burners club; Lennoxville Players. 

James Davis (J.O.) - 1968 
"Life is full of pitfalls — 
Whether you look down and avoid them, 
or whether you concentrate in looking ahead, 
will determine the path of your existence." 
AMBITION: Chemical engineer 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Drink mixer at a high-class British Pub 
PET AVERSION: Having to open the second-hand shop, and hag- 
gling over prices. 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Look, just because I come from Pan- 
ACTIVITIES: First soccer, colours; First cricket; Skiing; Squash 
team; Band W.O. 1; Players club. 

Roderick Dodds-Hebron (Dodds) - 1968 
"/ never think of the future, it comes soon enough. " 
AMBITION: To be adopted by Mr. Milligan 
CLAIM TO FAME: His stupid smile 
PASTIME: Playing with Stevie 

ACTIVITIES: First football; First hockey; Cricket; Golf team; Cadet 

Dean Dogherty (Duke) - 1970 
"It is nice to get up in the morning, 
but it's nicer to stay in bed." 
AMBITION: Owner of a hockey school 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Tightening skates for little league 

hockey players 
CLAIM TO FAME: His nickname 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Ah, come on guys! " 
ACTIVITIES: First football; First hockey; Track; Social services; 


Alan Evans (AD - 1964 (1954) 
"How all occasions do inform against me." 
AMBITION: Ship builder 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Makinq model ships out of toothpicks 
PET AVERSION: People who knock Tadoussac 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Bish, Bish let's go" 
ACTIVITIES: Second soccer; Choctaws; Choir; Lennoxville Players; 
Librarian; Cadet Sergeant; Players club. 

Scott Fraser (Fras) - 1966 

"It's better to rule in hell, than serve in heaven," 
AMBITION: Engineer 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Pit stop mechanic 
PET AVERSION: Something that we can't understand 

ACTIVITIES: League soccer; Rec. ski; Agora; Band; Magazine staff; 
Cricket; Track. 

Glenn Goodfellow (Chinaman) — 1967 
"Worry is a circle of inefficient thoughts, 

whirling about a point of fear." 
AMBITION: Running an Elite Club in the Tropics 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Night manager of a Howard Johnson's 

motor court 
PET AVERSION: People making fun of others who are trying to 

make an effort 
CLAIM TO FAME: His magnetic personality. 
ACTIVITIES: Skiing; Soccer; Track; Cricket; Choir; Camera club. 

Richard Haskell (hands, hippy, happy, hot-lips, 

smokey, monorail, bumblebee) — 1969 
"Farming in one of the finest occupations in the world, 

if it is taken in moderation. " 
AMBITION: To be outstanding in his field 
PASTIME: Being woken up at night 
ACTIVITIES: Soccer skiing; Track; Librarian; Lennoxville Players. 


Bill Horricks - 1970 

"This is true." 

PET AVERSION: Someone stealing his math test 

PASTIME: Trying to find his math test, and ordering 7-Up when 

everyone wants a beer. 

FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: ". . . but back in La Tuque." 
ACTIVITIES: Second football, colours; Choctaws; Lacrosse. 

Robert llsley (Rob) - 1969 
"Er. . ., pardon me, but who was that? " 
AMBITION: Scientist 

PROTOTYPE: Paul Bunion 
CLAIM TO FAME: Orange shirt 

ACTIVITIES: Soccer; Snowshoe; Landscaping; Computer club; Art 

Sass Khazzam (Kaboubie) - 1968 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Having lots of cents 
PROTOTYPE: Omar the tentman 
PASTIME: Smith House cheer leader 

ACTIVITIES: First football; Curling; Cricket; Camera Club; Film 
club; Riverside chalet. 

Tim Kirkwood - 1967 
CLAIM TO FAME: Major Mature 
PASTIME: Fixing his glasses 
PROTOTYPE: Dr. Kung-Yuk 
ACTIVITIES: Second soccer; Choir; Film 
ville Players; Survival. 

club; Librarian; Lennox 

Danny Lalonde - 1966 

AMBITION: To play for the Montreal Canadiens 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Scraping the ice in the B C S Rink 
PET AVERSION: Men with beards 

ACTIVITIES: Choir; Camera club; Soccer; Cadet Corporal; Abenaki 
captain; Magazine staff. 


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Phil Lawee (Low) - 1968 
"You should not take a fellow eight 
and make him swear never to kiss the girls. " 
PET AVERSION: People without burners 
CLAIM TO FAME: Red hair 
PASTIME: Taking pictures of himself 

ACTIVITIES: First soccer, colours; Track; Camera club; Cadet 
Sergeant; Magazine staff; Student's council. 


Jacques Leblanc (Co-Co) 
AMBITION: Architect 
PASTIME: Ski-booze 
PROTOTYPE: A plainclothes hippy 
ACTIVITIES: Cricket; Soccer; Riverside chalet. 

John Andrew Lindsay (Mayor) — 1967 
"Experience, the name men give to their mistakes. " 
AMBITION: To reach the ceiling 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Working on a ship with the Newfies 
PASTIME: Talking about himself 
PROTOTYPE: A seven foot goon 

ACTIVITIES: Abenakis; First team hockey; First soccer, colours; 
Cadet Sergeant; Golf team; Second soccer. 

Gordon McGee (Jock) - 1969 

"Unreal. " 

AMBITION: Law degree 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Grounds keeper of Harvard's football 

PROTOTYPE: Angelo Mosca 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "C'mon baby let's move right out 

o'here." "How 'bout another slab of 

ACTIVITIES: First football; Track, colours; Agora; Social services; 
Librarian; First ski. 


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Alistair Martin-Smith - 1968 

AMBITION: Oil millionaire 


PASTIME: Fourth Form 

FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Good morning, Mrs. Allison." 

ACTIVITIES: First soccer, colours; Choir; Head Librarian; Cadet 

Lieutenant; Players club; Tennis team; Student's 

council; Magazine staff. 

Kevin McGowan (Gow) — 1969 

"Constipation of the body is curable, that of the mind is not." 
PET AVERSION: Microwitz 
CLAIM TO FAME: Bone nose 

ACTIVITIES: Agora; Radio B.C.S.; Second football; Abenaki; Players 
club; Social services; Band; Cricket. 

Richard Menzies (D.P.L.A.H.) - 1968 

"Life is easy when you think about it, 
all you have to do is accomplish the impossible, 
go without the indespenable, and bear the intolerable. " 

PET AVERSION: People who like money 

CLAIM TO FAME: His suits, tanks, and socks 

PASTIME: Beating Fraser 

FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "What a boot in the . . .! " 

ACTIVITIES: Choir; Librarian; Second football; Choctaws; Cadet 
Sergeant; Survival. 

Frederic A/levs (Afro) - 1969 

AMBITION: Engineer 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Scouring pad in Wilt Chamberlain's 

PASTIME: Teasing his hair 

ACTIVITIES: Track Skiing; Social services; Choii 
captain, colours. 

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David Murchison (Murch) - 1967 
"Be happy while yer living, 
for you're a long time dead." Scottish mono 
AMBITION: Atlantic college 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Cleaning barnacles off Brazilian 

PET AVERSION: Being called Murch-o-matic 

FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: " , are we proud of you " 

ACTIVITIES: Second soccer, colours; First soccer; Skiing; Pottery. 


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Tobias Norwood (Toby) — 1969 
AMBITION: President of a large fishing fleet 
CLAIM TO FAME: His voice 
PASTIME: Hitting Sherbrooke on the weekends 

ACTIVITIES: Choir; First ski colours; Lacrosse; First soccer, colours; 
Second soccer. 

Peter Ostrom - 1968 
AMBITION: Professional Marksman 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: B.C.S. range from 1968 to 1988 
CLAIM TO FAME: His slapshot 
PROTOTYPE: Sugar Bear 

ACTIVITIES: First football, colours; Abenakis; Lacrosse; Camera 
club; Cadet Staff Sergeant. 

Bill Pantry (Binky) - 1968 
"God bless Julius Schmidt" 
AMBITION: Outdoorsman 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Waiter in an outdoor tavern 
PET AVERSION: Saran wrap and elastics 
PASTIME: Sleeping and playing ball 

ACTIVITIES: Intermural hockey; First cricket; Soccer; Whispering 
Pines club. 

Kenneth Reardon - 1968 
"Man is the hunter, woman is his game. " 
AMBITION: Construction worker 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Construction worker 
PET AVERSION: People who confuse him 
PASTIME: Eating marmalade 

ACTIVITIES: First football; First ski; Second football; Track; Cadet 
Sergeant; Lennoxville Players; Magazine staff. 


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Michael Rider (Mitch) - 1968 

"In achieving excellence, ability is of little account 

without opportunity. " 
CLAIM TO FAME: Choctaws 
PROTOTYPE: Friends of telephone poles 
FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Get lost, Acres! " 
ACTIVITIES: Hockey; Cricket; Soccer; Curling; Cadet Corporal; 
Pottery club; Classical music. 

Gordon Ritchie (Ski-Doo) - 1967 

"Up lad, when the journey's over there'll be time enough to sleep. " 

AMBITION: Ski-Doo salesman 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: Drill Sergeant at Compton 

PASTIME: Recovering from a long day of sleep 


ACTIVITIES: First football, colours; Curling; Lacrosse; Choir; 
Magazine staff; Lennoxville Players; Cadet Sergeant- 

Peter Smith (Smitty) -.1966 
"But what is a woman? — 

only one of natures agreable blunders." — H.C. 
PET AVERSION: Seven foot goons 
CLAIM TO FAME: His overpowering size 
PROTOTYPE: Topo Gigio 
ACTIVITIES: First soccer, colours; Abenakis; 
Student's council; Cadet Sergeant. 

Cricket; Agora; 

Mark Stephen (Brigadier Bahamas) - 1967 

"If you have an elephant by the hind leg and he is trying to run away, 
it is best to let him run." Abraham Lincoln 
PET AVERSION: People who borrow things 
CLAIM TO FAME: Best equipped man on campus 
PROTOTYPE: Carcus Welby 

FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Give 'em a hand." 
ACTIVITIES: First hockey, colours; First soccer, colours; Lacrosse; 
Choir; Magazine staff; Librarian; Student's council- 
Cadet Sergeant. 


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Ian Stephens (Rocket) - 1967 

"It's been a long, long fight and it seemed to me like eternity.' 

AMBITION: Season ticket holder at Pare Jarry 

PET AVERSION: Smokey Haskell and his constant needlings 

PASTIME: President of the Ian Stephens fan club 

FAVOURITE EXPRESSION: "Hi, I'm Ian Stephens and I'l 

most handsome man in the world." 
ACTIVITIES: Second football, colours; Second soccer; colours, 

Abenakis colours, Tennis, Choir; Players club; Cadet 


Richard Tetrault (Rich) - 1969 
AMBITION: Hockey star 

PROBABLE DESTINATION: First team hockey - L.C.C. 
CLAIM TO FAME: Superman T-shirt 
PASTIME: Debbie 

ACTIVITIES: Second soccer, colours; Abenakis, colours; 
team; Band; Librarian. 


Andrew Wojatsek - 1967 
'Where there's marriage without love, 
there will be love without marriage." 
AMBITION: To finally master the semantics of the criteria 
PROBABLE DESTINATION: Apple picker in an olive orchard 
PET AVERSION: People who can't say his name 
ACTIVITIES: Choir; Second football, colours; Choctaws; Assistant 
right markers. 

Nicholas Woodsworth — 1969 

"Life consists of getting used to not getting used to it." 

PASTIME: Ethopian females 

ACTIVITIES: First cricket; Second football; Social services; Pottery; 
Players club; Skiing. 


Chapman House, to outsiders, is a small 
little house, very far away from the school, 
and very dull. To reply to these accusations, 
I would like to say that it is a small house - 
which adds to the character of the house and 
it is certainly not dull, because of the char- 
acters in this house. 

As far as events go, the cross-country soon 
rolled around and Chapman House made its 
mark. "Houndog" Marcel Etheridge chugged 
through the finish line first and we still 
haven't heard the end of it. Other stars in 
this event were Marcel's Brother, Aird 
Barwick, and "Cecil" Mclver. "Smokey" Cote 
did surprisingly well considering. . . 

Carnival time crept up on us and our plans 
for winning began. When it came time to 
make the announcement of the winner, Smith 
and Williams were sure they had won, but we 
just sat there (because we thought they had 
won too). However, we were crowned the 
victors of the Carnival. 

With the excitement of hockey, spirits 
were so high that one night, "The Great 
Fight" took place. Our Prefect Bob Sewell 

ganged up on Barwick and "Bino" Salt. The 
clash was quite exciting and no one had to 
shave for three weeks. The battle was inter- 
rupted by Mr. Milligan who gave tips for future 

Various happenings were quite exciting to 
us in this term. We lost Denis Gagnon; 
believe it or not he managed to get up early 
in the morning. There was a house party for 
the Carnival victory and we listened to "Pit" 
Martin tell us of his philosophy of revolution, 
while Dodds was playing with Mr. Milligan's 
"Question Machine". Other attractions: Rick 
Mcintosh bought the phone, Alan Argue took 
a little vacation, Tony Graham won the 
McGill Debates, Larry Kredl won the 
"Wigget" Hockey Trophy, and Richard 
Haskell played the organ in Chapel. 



The Third Term brought new sports too. 
Boyd Graham and Dodds-Hebron (the Sammy 
Snead and Arnold Palmer of the house) soon 
hit the courses and the hallway! Spring in 
North America also means baseball and Brian 
"the Mooch" Sewell (also our House Rep.) 
and Ian Stephens (also plays "The King" and 
"The Archbishop") were playing baseball and 
listening to the Expos. 

The Tuck Shop was operated by Tony 
Graham, and it helped pay for the cable T.V. 
Meanwhile, Chapman Housers were also 
paying for the Radio Bish speakers that 
James Thatcher ("The Alarm Clock") was 
collecting for. But none of this was bother- 
ing Andrew "Fuzzy" Graham who was bliss- 
fully sleeping all the time. 

There are many thanks that the boys of 
Chapman House would like to make: to 

Roma Pizzeria for all the time they have 
spent with us, to the Cable T.V. Company 
for their important service to the house, to 
the men of Hockey Night in Canada who 
brought "Les Canadiens" to us, and to our 
cat (Sylvester) who cleaned any pizza left on 
the floor. Thanks also go to Mr. Cowans and 
Mr. D. Campbell for all their help in keeping 
us quiet during Prep. 

The house had a new member this year, a 
girl, Donna Milligan. At the end of this year, 
Mr. and Mrs. Milligan will be leaving for 
Lakefield College and we thank Mr. Milligan 
for his devotion to the house and to Mrs. 
Milligan who did not let a birthday go un- 
noticed. We wish them and Stevie and Donna 
the best of luck in the future! 


With the long summer over, the Grier 
House vets and their newboy companions 
drifted back to the happy house. We were 
greeted by our happy housemaster, and 
Prefect Din, our Gestapo commandant for the 
year. We also were greeted by two new 
masters in the same house. Mr. Campbell III, 
and Mr. McFarlane. 

Since work was out of the question, we 
had to interest ourselves in other facets of 
school life. Grier House's touch-football 
(season) culminated for the second year in a 
row with the internationally acclaimed "Din- 
Bowl". Baseball never really got off the 
ground in the first term, but for those who 
didn't care for the body contact of touchfoot- 
ball, there was always someone from Room 4 
playing around with a soccer ball. 

Around the end of October someone 
looked at the calendar and realized that there 
was a week until the cross country. No one 
was really prepared this year, and hence we 
lost our beloved shield to the Smith House 

After the long weekend we returned to 
school wondering, among other things, about 
the 1st hockey team which Mister B has so 

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ably coached over the years. The prospects 
"did not look too good" (slight French 
accent). Among the big surprises was our own 
Pete Marchuk, who with his comrade-in-arms 
Mike Dixon (honourary house member), made 
the big leap from the Bantam Hurons to 
stardom on the mother team. 

All too soon exams were upon us, and for 
most they seemed to be disastrous, but every- 
one pulled through (except Valeri who un- 
expectedly took his leave of B.C.S. after 

On the sixth day of 1971, we returned to 
our haven full of Christmas cheer and New 
Year's Resolutions. The fifth formers, realiz- 
ing that it was their turn to pull a little 
weight, began planning and organizing for 
their carnival, a sparse three weeks away. 

As usual, the notices went up on the 
boards concerning the snow sculpture and the 
various teams for the Carnival. And as usual 
we got amazing suggestions for snow sculp- 
tures, none of which were humanly possible 
to construct. The night before the snow 
sculpture judging we still only had a pile of 
snow for our sculpture. So a room-to-room 
search was conducted for able bodies and by 

the wee hours of the morning we had 
finished. Product: one bear on a toboggan, 
equipped with skates, and a B.C.S. scarf, 
sliding down a hill; an authentic reproduction 
of the emblem on the Carnival buttons. For 
our labours we were rewarded with a very 
respectable third place in the snow sculpture 
behind Glass House and Chapman House. 
Unfortunately for Smith House, we had a 
small skirmish with them in front of their 
snow sculpture, and it was destroyed. 

Besides the snow sculpture, we didn't 
achieve too much success. A near first in 
basketball, (we were beaten by two points in 
overtime) was our only other accomplishment. 
We have reason to believe, though, that 
certain members of the house were saving 
their energy for activities on Saturday 
evening, which will not be tolerated next 

It is said that the third term is the 
shortest term, yet the term in which you do 
the most. This year was no exception. 
Although the snow melted slowly, the pile of 

glass and other assorted garbage was deep and 
widespread around the house. Something had 
to be done. After all, it was dangerous to 
walk outside, (right Rick). Uncle Harry's 
Wheelbarrow Squad soon cleaned up the 

Studies should prevail in the third term, 
but again this year there were too many 
distractions to make this dream come true. 
Matrics. baseball started a month early, and 
we drew a good crowd from Grier House at 
every game. Doulton was appointed captain 
for his baseball savey and his ability to 
recruit players; how could we lose? G.G. and 
his compatriots found other ways of busying 
themselves. Strains of "Down by the River- 
side" could be heard all over the house. 

We would like to thank Room One 
through Twenty for making this year possible. 
We also would like to thank Messrs. Bedard, 
McFarlane, and Campbell for their contribu- 
tion of hair grease, pipe smoke, and mod- 
clothes to the house. 

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In the beginning, while we impatiently 
waited in our "Attic", McNaughton House 
was a nameless hole in the ground. However, 
by late January, the residence, a pit trans- 
formed into a plush haven, opened its doors 
to a mass exodus of characters from the third 
floor of School House. Snyder and Lewin had 
managed to occupy McNaughton in mid- 
December, though, a month before the rest 
of us. 

The new building had many assets. It could 
not be burned down as easily as John Gafers 
thought. And now Boom Boom Butch had not 
one, but four hallways in which to run up and 
down piercing the silence with shrill whistles 
while trying hard not to trip over his chin. 

The three masters who had to put up with 
such incidents were Messrs. Rod Lloyd, our 
housemaster, John Whitmore, the second half 
of the basement's odd couple, and Cliff 
Goodwin, alias Sugar Bear, notorious upholder 
of law and order. More than once were 
gamblers of McNaughton to shudder at the 
sight of Cliff and his thumb-sucking side-kick, 

Many faces appeared and vanished in our 
house over the months. First to depart was 
Bok, whose poetry written on walls in the 

old house inspired us all. Stewart-Patterson 
moved in as Bob left, and then Ted, that's 
Mr. Dawson to you, soon made for the hills 
taking his protein food with him. In the 
Spring Term, Guth flew off to Vancouver as 

an exchange student for Joy. No sooner did 
Joy arrive when "Chump" and "Date" lured 
him into their den of evil and promptly won 
a bundle off our unsuspecting guest in a 
"hearts" game. 

To be truthful, as a house we were not 
most sports-minded as can be seen by our 
number of achievements in that field. We 
prefer to take things easy and listen to 
Smglebop play the guitar or get caught up in 
the flow of enthusiasm generated by Danny 
while "Les Canadiens" skate circles around 
the rest of the league. Poor Doug and Put! 
Will any of his teams ever win? For that 
matter, will Atkins ever get his contraption to 
fly? Or will Ian ever reach Liz the Second? 

Special thanks are due to many people who 
added colour to our house this year. Frank 
deserves credit for his work on Radio Bish. We 
thank Monty for not playing the role of head 
prefect all the time. Thanks go to Henry for 
keeping the scores straight. 

Now on a serious note. We all hope Mr. 
Whitmore enjoys his new position at King's 
College School. Anytime he is in the area we 
will all gladly treat him to a dinner at "Les 
Trois Freres". 


One day last autumn Mr. Greer was read- 
ing A to W when suddenly he was tapped on 
the shoulder by a huge rabbit, (actually it 
was the friendly, old Ogre in disguise). The 
aforesaid rabbit then suggested a ramble to 
see the strange beasts that inhabit the envi- 
rons of Smith House. Mr. Greer suggested they 
begin At Kinson and then proceed to view 
the outside Acres in their fall foliage. They 
eventually arrived at a babbling Brooke where 
a fair collection were gathered. (I forgot to 
mention that en route they spied a Bull 
without a Rider, snorting and pugging, and a 
short way off a Hamel grazing). Now, back 
to the stream, a Miller, not by any means a 
real McCoy, was shouting and Kerson to his 
fishing partner thus: "Great molly McGuire\ " 
This fellow was some sort of magician, I 
guess, as he seemed to be depending on Leger 
de main, along with this incantation; "Ali 
Khazzam"; for catching fish. Another guy, a 
seemingly Goodfe/low, made a huge Lacasse 
with a bare hook. The rabbit, who was an 
ardent angler himself, shouted, "Why doesn't 
he use a little Bate, man, some Bate, man, 
how could he miss his Bate, man\ " 

Later, scuffing through the Levesley, Mr. 
Greer caught his toe on a horeseshoe left 
there by some careless Smith or indeed a 

On they went chatting about this and that 
and came across an unidentifiable character 
who by his strange muttering seemed to be a 
lost Chink. 

All they could hear clearly from this 
strange being, (and they Mayer may not have 
been Wright) seemed to be poetry: 

"Rosses are blond 
Duquets too 
Connolly is 
impossible to 
rhyme with Gilbert" 
followed by: 

"Buy my Kuki, my fortune Kuki, or 
Graeme crackers made by Thompson, to get 
Ritchie quickie you have to get up' in the 
early Daughn-ey and from a Clear Mont you 
can see forever." 

They continued on to the edge of the 
forest where Mr. Greer queried: "I wonder 
how much that Woodsworth? " The rabbit 
hadn't a Cloutier, but he went on to say that 
really the grounds were much improved since 
they had the Rear-done and that it was 
rather beautiful, and he ended up by saying, 
"You should really see it in the Winter, son, 
when everything is Black and Leblanc. 

We would like to thank the house masters 
for all they have done for us this year: Mr. 
Owen for operating his Smith House taxi, to 
Mr. Greer for being his inspiring self, and to 
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During the past decade, the world has 
undergone radical changes in the fields of 
social structures, education, and general life 
styles. Old thoughts, theories, ideas and ideals 
have been swept away to be replaced with 
the new concept of our social revolution. 
Whether these changes have benefitted our 
society is, in many cases, debatable. Regard- 
less of this, it is of utmost importance that 
institutions such as B.C.S. adapt to the ever 
changing social environment, in much the 
same way that human beings must adapt, for 

reasons of survival, to the changing physical 

Perhaps the questions most relevant to the 
philosophy of B.C.S. today are "What 
directions are we taking? What are our aims, 
our goals? What kind of boy are we trying 
to develop? " 

For the past few years, Williams House, 
under the guidance and leadership of Art 
Campbell, Roy Napier, and just recently, 
Brian Ander, has attempted to define and 
evolve this philosophy. Responsibility and 
discipline cannot, by any manner or method, 
be forced upon an individual, for they must 
serve from within, they must be char- 
acteristics of an individual that really exist, 
emotions that must be genuinely felt, not 
masks that can be donned and removed when 
the situation suits the owner. Discipline is not 
something that you can throw off as soon as 

those of higher rank are not looking; respon- 
sibility is not something you owe only to 
those of higher rank, but to everyone, regard- 
less of status, or position. 

For this reason, equal rights, as far as 
school rules allowed, were shared by all in 
Williams House. Boys were, to a great extent, 
given a free reign in organizing and carrying 
out their own rules in matters of house 
duties, in the hope that through example and 
the actual execution of responsibilities, rather 
than just taking orders, self-discipline would 
be learned. 

On the whole the system has been bene- 
ficial to most of the members of the house. 
There is not material evidence that anything 
has been accomplished, no silver cup awarded 
at the end of the year, for the task is never 
finished; there is always room for new ideas, 
improvement and change. 

Of course, many times the system failed 
and people were not co-operative or consid- 
erate; but it is ony through the recognition 
of our mistakes and failures, and consequent 
attemps to rectify these mistakes, that we 
may succeed. 


We arrived back at school on the ninth of 
September. Those lucky enough to get there 
first got a good bed and an area that could 
be unseen by the masters at the door. Each 
dorm needed two weeks of zero in house 
inspection to be able to change their dorms 
into jungles of furniture and marvels of 
modern day interior decorating. Honourable 
mention in this should go to G and H dorm. 

September and October were months in 
which the newboys got acquainted with the 
school and then around came the cross- 
country. Glass House won the junior cross- 
country shield this year with strong perform- 
ances by Mark Bedard (2nd place), Paul 
Tinari (3rd), Willie Keating (4th), and Jere 
Gillis (5th). 

We returned from our Christmas Holidays 
to the news that the six fourth-formers in 
Glass House were being transferred to senior 
houses. This created an empty dorm. There- 
fore there was a shift of people in the third 
form dorms. 

Before we knew it the Winter Carnival was 
upon us and our snow sculpture, a mouse 
and mouse trap, won the snow sculpture 
competition. This would not have been 
possible without the efforts of Crick Glass 
and Lyall Davies, two of the senior boys in 
the house. In the sports competition, three 
teams were chosen and broomball and ball 
hockey were played. 

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and prep begins. 

Up in "A" dorm we find Bey happily 
reading "The Rise and Fall of the Third 
Reich." Lew is working hard trying to set an 
example. Stairs is sitting there doing nothing 
while Denis Speth is running up to see his 
brother Alex, in F dorm. Cross is throwing 
paper pellets at Lomasney while Bedard is 
telling 'em all to be quiet. 

Across the hall "B" dorm is having a riot. 
Farakuki is on top of his cupboard dancing. 
Meanwhile Busat, Matson, and Rossy engage 
in a mild war, during which Stoker is at the 
door watching for Mr. Guest. Barden is a 
rather dazed onlooker wondering what is 
coming off. 

Down the hall in "C" dorm D-T is hoping 
everything is all right; Desmarais is listening 
to his record player; Kirschbaum is speaking 
French to his frog. Goodfellow is pretending 
to be working and Gillis is showing off his 

In "D" dorm Tinari is watering his flowers 
and reciting "The Charge of the Light 
Brigade" and Seveigny is making sure nothing 
has been stolen. Wayne is humming to him- 
self over in his corner while Miller is reading 
out loud from a book. Large is wondering 
why he didn't go home and Bruce McQuade 
is trying to tell everyone to shut up. 

Now, proceeding to the top floor, we 
come to "E" dorm. Ross is listening to 
Station CKTS on his radio and telling us all 
about his Sherbrooke friends who phone up 
to request a song. Stenason is reading a 
comic and drinking a coke. Murray is trying 

to work but doesn't feel like it so he talks to 
Smith who is tidying up his area. Morris is 
constructing an electric fence while laughing 
his maniacal laugh. 

Then we pass through to "F" dorm where 
Walker is playing his cassette player full blast, 
Mayoff is eating, and McQuade is wrapped up 

in his sheets. Medland is at home in Lennox- 
vi He because he makes to much noise if he 
stays at school. Alex Speth is in his own 
little corner not daring to speak up. 

Coming to "G" dorm we find Pierre 
Barakett telling about all the broads back in 
Three Rivers. Artiss is bragging about his good 
looks while Keating is trying to believe how 
conceited" Artiss and Barakett are. Vineberg is 
listening to another tight Expos ballgame and 
Craig is trying to attract as little attention as 

In "H" dorm we find Dick Lightfine 
singing the "Star Spangled Banner" with the 
Stars and Stripes in the background. Gauvin 
is strumming his guitar and Scott is pasting 
his stamps into his album. 

Before closing I would like to express the 
feelings of everyone when I say that without 
Messrs. Robertson, Detchon, Kelly and Guest 
the house would not have been what it was. 
Thanks must also go to Crick Glass who 
flooded the House one night, Lyall Davies 
who made sure we kept in line, and Gord 
McGee who showed us how tough those 
Vancouver boys can really be. 

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This year the cadet corps remained much 
the same as it was last year. The Head- 
quarters staff continued working in a teaching 
capacity, and promotions were again based on 
weekly exams (for recruits only), proficiency 
in drill, and recommendations by officers. 

C.S.M. Ritchie was the power behind the 
cadet drill and by the end of the year a good 
many recruits were going through their 
movements looking like veterans. Some of the 
recruits also participated in the precision 

squad which this year was split into two 
guards and performed the "changing of the 
guard" ceremony for the reviewing officers 
and the many guests. 

In the early spring the Master Cadet exams 
were held at B.C.S. and were written by Lt. 
C. Glass, C.S.M. G. Ritchie, and Cdt. J. 
Apostolides. All three passed and were 
presented their gold stars during the final 

On May 9th, two platoons and a colour 
party represented the corps in the annual 
Black Watch Church Parade in Montreal. The 
platoons having no trouble keeping in step 
with the Black Watch pipe band put on a 
good show and the School was proud of 

Brigadier General McAlpine, Commandant 
C.F.B. Gagetown, was the Inspecting Officer 
at the Annual Inspection, held on Center 
field. Only strong wind and occasional 
drizzles dampened our spirits. 

C.S.M. Ritchie formed up the corps and 
then handed it over to the 2i/c, Capt. Sewell 
who then marched on the officers. Maj. 
Montano took command and the corps was 
duly inspected. Following the inspection the 
corps marched past in close column of 
platoons and companies. 

The year's activities were summed up by 
the various demonstrations, such as drill, 
band, first aid, and survival. 

The survival group was started this year by 
Mr. B. Ander, who volunteered his time to 
take out small groups of boys for overnight 



hikes during the first two terms. During the 
course of the year the standard army radio 
was taught to several boys and most learned 
how to build a "Hoochie", a tent made with 
bags and ponchos. 

The Corps then reformed line and formed 
a hollow square and the awards were given 
out. They were presented to Cpl. Hallward, 
Best Recruit; Cpl. Brooke, Best Cadet; C.S.M. 
Ritchie, Best Instructor; S/sgt. Kirkwood, 
most efficient N.C.O. This year the Strath- 
cona Trust Medal, awarded to the best cadet 
regardless of rank, was given to Maj. A. 
Montano. The guard, which showed the most 
corps initiative, won the Cadet Shield. 
Number 1 platoon commanded by Lt. 
Marzban won the inter-platoon shoot and No. 
4 platoon commanded by Lt. Bishop won the 
inter-platoon competition. 

Standing: W.O. J. Davis; Lt. D. Ross; Lt. D. Marzban; Lt. R. Glass; Lt. C. Mclver; Lt. C. Bishop; Lt. A. 

Front: Lt. M. Lacasse (Adj.); Major S. Abbott; The Headmaster, Major A. Montano (O.C.); Captain R. 

Sewell (2i/c). 


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Standing: Sgt. P. Smith; Sgt. R. Acres; Sgt. M. Stephen; Sgt. K. Reardon; Sgt. J. Lindsay; Sgt. A. Evans; Sgt. 

B. Sewell; Sgt. P. Lawee; Sgt. R. Menzies; Sgt. S. Fraser. 
Front: W.O. P. Ostrom; G. Ritchie (C.S.M.); the Headmaster; C. Law (C.Q.M.S.); W.O. M. Kirkwood. 

Back Row: S. Kan; A. Federer; M. Ilsley; D. Dogherty; V. Taboika; G. Gillis; M Zinay 

Second Row: R. Henderson, Esq.; H. Kerson; J. Fuller; A. Outerbridge; T. Kirkwood- T Lynch- R 

Haskell; C. Peniston; C. Walker; D. Park; P. Dunn. 
First Row: R. Tetrault; K. McGowan, W.O. 1 J. Davis; Sgt. S. Fraser; D. Ardill. 



This fall, a team of young inexperienced 
players made up the Senior Football team. 
Twenty second teamers still eligible to play on 
the Junior team had to play Senior ball due 
to the lack of football enthusiasts in the 
school. As a result, we ended up with a light 
line and a generally small team. 

Our season opened with a game against 
John Rennie, a High School in the Montreal 
area. The coaches had a chance to look at 
the players in action, and, all in all, the team 
looked as if it had some promise, although 
the score was 9 to 1 in their favour. This 
"promise" seemed to die as the next two 
games were lost; to Lower Canada College 38 
to 2 and to Stanstead a humiliating 54 to 6. 

With spirits somewhat dampened, the team 
played host to Alexander Gait Regional School 
and, to the elation of the entire school, beat 
them 7 to 0. This proved to be our best game 
of the season, as both the offense and defense 
worked hard to contain the Gait offense and 
out hit the defense. 

The rest of the season was even more 
disappointing than the beginning, as not 
another game was won. 

Back Row: The Headmaster; A. Montano; H. Havas; J. Milligan, Esq.; G. McGee; J. Gale; C. Glass; 

Cruickshank, Esq. 
Third Row: P. Brooke; D. Ardill; D. Dogherty; B. Sewell; P. Leger. 


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We lost to Ashbury College 7 to 1. In the 
dying minutes of the game, an offensive drive 
on our part failed as we lost the ball 10 yards 
from the Ashbury end zone (problems of that 
nature limited any offensive success during the 
season). Both return matches against Stanstead 
and Alexander Gait were lost as well as the 
traditional Old Boys' game at the end of the 

It was the defense, holding the opposition 
again and again to no yardage, that was the 
deciding factor in the first half of the sched- 
ule. But, unfortunately, in the last three 
games, especially against Stanstead, when 7 
touch-downs were scored by the "Reds", the 
defense did not do as well. 

The members of the Senior Football team 
would like to thank both Mr. Milligan and Mr. 
Cruickshank for their fine coaching efforts 
throughout the season. To Mr. Milligan, may 
the Great Football Player in the sky bring you 
your new pair of glasses, and, to Mr. 
Cruickshank, may you "cultivate" a better 
"crop" of players next year. 

riecond Row: D. Male; D. Barden; E. Dawson; J. Daughney; S. Simkovits; D. Gagnon; S. Khazzam; I. 

Miller; D. Ross. 
: ront Row: R. Blickstead; R. Reardon; W. Ghans; L. Davis; R. Sewell, Ass't; B. Howson, Ass't; P. 

Ostrom; M. Lacasse; G. Ritchie; L. McCoy; R. Dodds-Hebron. 



Back Row: D. Campbell, Esq.; D. Murphy; J. Gillis; C. Goodwin, Esq. 

Fourth Row: M. Bull; J. Atkins; R. Menzies; M. Dixon; A. Gilchrist; M. Wright; W. Horricks. 

Third Row: P. Bull; T. Lynch; F. Mevs, Ass't; A. Wojatsek; C. Atkinson; J. Connolly; P. Clermont; J. 

Second Row: C. Ponder; R. White; R. Hogan; P. Singleton; M. Lefebvre; K. McGowan; J. Gauvin; D. Stairs; 

F. Black. 
Front Row: L. Smith; C. Simpkin; P. Marchuk, Ass't; R. Pattee. 

This season had its ups and downs, dis- 
appointments and highlights. We were not a 
strong all-around team like last year's power- 
house. However, the team had good spirit, 
good coaching and came through with a .500 
average with a 3-3-1 record. 

The offense, guided by our Hungarian All- 
Star Andy Wojatsek, took a while to jell into a 

smoothly running unit, but in the second half 
of the season, the offense moved well, scoring 
many times. Noteworthy were the strong inside 
runs of backs Mevs and Atkinson, who with 
their second efforts, gained long yardage. 
Another fine player was end Bill Horricks who 
caught many passes for big gains. Many efforts 
on the line were contributed by centre Kevin 
McGowan and guard Mike Dixon. 



The last game of the season, against Selwyn 
House, was an excellent game in which both 
offense and defense played strong games. A 
fourth quarter 80 yard pass and run play by 
Bill Horricks for a touchdown assured the team 
of victory. This win, coupled with the 6-0 win 
posted in Montreal in the season's first game, 
made us the total point winners of the Nose- 
worthy Cup for the first time in many years. 
This was an excellent end to the season. 

We of Junior Football would like to thank 
Mr. C. Goodwin and Mr. D. Campbell for 
coaching our team in 1970. 


Back Row: J. D. Cowans, Esq.; P. Asselman; R. Eddy; S. Artiss; A. Federer; L. Barre; J. White; B. Ander, 

Second Row: M. Morris; L. Desmarais; D. Lightfine; C. Walker; R. Mayoff; M. Clermont; D. Speth. 
Front Row: R. Graul; C. Ross; R. Murray; B. Ritchie, Ass't; F. Tardi, Capt.; S. Cross; T. Price. 

There was a small turn out of only twenty 
boys for the team this year: the coaches had a 
difficult job. Mr. Cowans, Mr. Ander and Mr. 
Bedard worked hard trying to mold the team 
into a winning squad. The practices were 
tedious, for we had to be in shape to face our 
larger opponents from the Alexander Gait 
Regional School. 

We had our first game against the Regional. 
For many it was the first game ever. We were 

apprehensive, yet we went into the game with 
high spirits. The enthusiasm and drive of the 
team seemed to be lost after they scored two 
very quick touchdowns. We lost the game with 
the Regional having thirty nine points on the 
scoreboard, and us having zero. Later we went 
out again to meet Alexander Gait on the field. 
We were beginning to gain confidence in the 
sport, but unfortunately, we met defeat again. 
The only thing we succeeded in doing was 
keeping their score down to a more reasonable 



twenty-four. In our third and final game 
against A.G.R.S., the team had high hopes to 
put some points on our record. The defense, 
led by its captain Bruce Ritchie, held the 
Regional to seven points in the first half, but 
the second half was another story. We lost this 
time forty to nothing. 

The time had come to show our stuff. Our 
final game was against Selwyn House School. 
Some boys from the Junior team were eligible, 
and they came down to aid us. One of them, 

Jamie Fuller, connected with our quarter back 
and offensive captain Frank Tardi, to score our 
only touchdown of the season. This proved to 
be enough and we held Selwyn House six to 

The season had ended in good spirit. At 
least we won one of our games, thus proving 
that we had learned much during the season. 
We really did improve, and for this we can 
consider 1970 a successful year for Bantam 



Back Row: The Headmaster; M. Stephen; C. Mclver, Capt.; 

R. B. Napier, Esq. 
Second Row: J. Davis; D. Marzban; J. Lindsay; G. Magor; P. 


In past years Senior Soccer Team hasn't had 
exceptionally successful seasons. This year, 
however, it was a different story. The team 
won its league title against teams from 
Alexander Gait Regional School and Richmond 
Regional High School, while collecting two 
wins from its arch-rival, Stanstead. Against 
Sterling, we lost 2-1 in a rain-soaked affair, but 
came back in our second encounter with them 
to win 1-0. 

We had a new opponent: Northwood. We 
hope to play them again next year after 
suffering two 3-1 defeats at their hands. The 




Front Row: G. Thompson; B. Salt; A. Martin-Smith; L. 
Kredl; T. Norwood; D. Murchison; P. Smith. 

Ashbury game was a "wee" bit disappointing; 
we lost 1-0 in our closest game of the season. 
But revenge is imminent next year. 

Although it was a team effort in winning the 
league title and many more games, we did have 
a few outstanding players. Alistair Martin- 
Smith and Tobias Norwood provided much of 
the forward punch while Philip Lawee and 
Larry Kredl held together the rather shaky 
defense. Mark Stephen's big (boot) foot helped 
us on many occasions and captain Colin Mclver 
was a great asset to the team both as a forward 
and as a goal-tender. 



Back Row: A. Evans; I. Stephens; T. Atkinson; G. Woodsworth; C. Law. 

Second Row: B. Graham; H. Zinay; H. Simkovits; P. Wilmer; A. Outerbridge; P. R. Henderson, Esq. 

Front Row: W. MacKenzie; A. Barwick; W. Pantry, Capt.; L. Thomas; R. Wolvin. 

Unlike last year's Junior Soccer team, this 
year's group had not played together before. 
However, we too managed to end the season 
with an undefeated record. The team competed 
in a league with Richmond and Alexander 
Gait, both large regional schools, and won a 
close race for the championship. In addition to 
the traditional battles with other independent 
schools, we played against Northwood, situated 
in Lake Placid, New York, for the first time. 

This year, Mr. Henderson, the senior soccer 
coach in previous years, came down to direct 
the team. He could often be seen pacing 
nervously back and forth along the sidelines, 
especially when we were plowing in shots and 
not scoring a goal, hoping we could not tie 

The "tieing team" was the scene of many 
highlights this year. Most outstanding was our 
record of four wins and seven ties, and also a 



goal in the first twelve seconds scored by Mike 
"Putt-Putt" Zinay. Other prominent features of 
the team's ability were Bill Mackenzie's 
heading position, Al Evans' tow, Aird Bar- 
wick's acrobatics, Greg Woodsworth's disregard 
for his limbs, Bill Pantry's determination, and 
of course, Ian "Rocket" Stephens' smile. Our 

competent netminder, Harvey Simkovits, 
played a great season. 

The team spirit and sportsmanship along 
with the excellent coaching from Mr. Hender- 
son proved to make this year a very successful 



We played against the Regional Schools of 
Alexander Gait and Richmond High, playing 
two games against each. The scores against 
Alexander Gait were 2-0, and 1-0 respec- 
tively, and against Richmond the scores were 
4-2, and 2-1. The team played two exhibi- 
tion games against Stanstead as well, with the 
scores being 1 - 0, and 4 - 0. 

This autumn the Bantam Soccer team won 
every game they played, a feat which cannot 
be boasted by any other team in the school. 

Our Captain, "Butch" Martin, was a great 
asset to the team, giving sound advice when 
needed, and generally keeping the team orga- 
nized. Our forwards, Peter Rich, Ben Peterson, 
Peter Dunn, Mark Medland, Tony Ross, and 

ark Bedard did a great job, as did our full- 



Back Row: J. N. Whitmore, Esq.; F. Wilmer; B. Baleri; A. Winterson; A. Martin (Capt.); M. Medland; R. 

Smith; G. Hallward. 
Front Row: L. Harrison (Mgr.); B. Petersen; T. Ross; D. Stenason; A. Graham; P. Dunn; P. Rich; M. 

BSdard; J. Thatcher (Mgr.). 

backs and halfbacks, Robbie Smith, Ferg Wil- 
mer, Greg Hallward, Willy Keating, David 
Stenason, Greg (twinkle toes) Winterson and 
our star goalie (? ), Tony (the Fake) Graham. 

Helping the team with shouts of encourage- 
ment (and other things) was our coach J. N. 
Whitmore, and the coaches helper (? ) Elliot B. 
Frosst. We are not forgetting of course our two 
managers James Thatcher and Leeward Har- 


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November 4th, 1970 was a beautiful 
Wednesday. The temperature was a cool 50° 
and it had not rained for almost a week. The 
conditions were perfect for the Annual Cross 
Country. It was even suggested that the record 
might be broken. Runners had been training 
for weeks, some for months. The oddsmakers 
had placed their bets. 

The Senior run was full of surprises. Marcel 
Etheridge, as expected, came in first, beating 
the next runner by a considerable margin. His 
time, 26:56 was just 25 seconds above the 

record for the five mile course. To come 
second was Dick Menzies while Bill Howson 
and Glenn Goodfellow came right after. The 
others of the first ten were 5 — A. Martin- 
Smith; 6 - G. Magor; 7 - G. Mayer; 8 - J. 
Davis; 9 — A. Barwick; 10 — J. Daughney. 
Although some Smith House runners did not 
do as well as expected, either by others or by 
their own estimation, the green sweater gang 
did well enough to win the Senior House 
Shield for the second time in three years. 

In the Junior run Gregory Woodsworth of 
Smith House beat the existing Junior record of 
21:55 by 55 seconds over the three mile 
course. Second was Mark Bedard who also 
broke the old record with a time of 21:15. 
The other eight of the top ten were: 3 — 
Tinari; 4 — Keating II; 5 — Lewin; 6 — G i 1 1 Is; 
7 - Smith III; 8 - Asselman; 9 - Ross II; 10 
— Artiss I. For the Junior cup competition, 
Glass House easily won with Grier House 
coming a distant second. 



From the opening face-off of their first 
game the Senior hockey team was anxious to 
prove itself. After seasons of frustration we felt 
we could be "the" team, and so thus had fate 
marked us. Backed by the tremendous enthu- 
siasm of the students we dug and skated and 
shot and scored. To the echoes of Bish cheers 
and yearning for recognition, the wingers and 
centre and defense men dented the mesh. With 
good goal tending and a strong defense the 
forwards could afford to become a highly 
offensive unit. 

Skating onto the ice early in the season for 
a crucial game against Alexander Gait Pipers 
the team felt this could make it or break it. 
The result showed in the faces of the players 
as they greeted the human wave which flooded 
over the boards with congratulations. In one of 
the major turning points of the season the 
purple machine had won. Later, backed by 
extraordinary goal tending in their second 
rendez-vous with Gait the team would enjoy an 
undefeated league season and a ticket to the 
Provincial playoffs. 

Much of our work was in anticipation for 
one of the hardest games of the season, that 

Back Row: R. Bedard, Esq. (Coach); The Headmaster. 
Third Row: M. Stephen; E. Buckle; J. Lindsay; M. Dixon; 
D. Dogherty; R. McGuire (Mgr.). 



against Stanstead College. The first game which 
B.C.S. would win by one goal would create a 
totally different pattern for the team. Stan- 
stead could not beat us on the ice and tried to 
do it with muscle. In a game which accu- 
mulated 60 minutes of penalties the team 
challenged the taboo of fighting which had 
long haunted the arena. Not to be intimidated 
the big boys stuck out for the little ones. The 
spirit of the team had been strenghthened. 
Who cared if we lost the second game? We 
had done something that had not been done in 
half a decade. We had beaten Stanstead. 

During the Provincials we won the first game 
in overtime but lost the finals. It was sad but 
we had come a long way. 

The team had been the underdog. The little 
team from the little rink. We proved them 
wrong. I don't wish to single out any names, 
for if you want names you can look at those 
under the picture. It does not matter whether 
you scored one goal or a hundred, whether 
you won a "C" or an "A" or anything, 
whether you were a manager or a player or a 
coach. We were a team. 

Second Row: 

Front Row: 

M. Etheridge; R. Blickstead; R. Dodds-Hebron; 
L. Kredl; P. Marchuk. 

C Simpkin; P. Leger (Ass't.); R. Sewell (CapO; 
D. Barden (Ass't.); L. McCoy. 



Back Row: M. Wright, Manager; R. Glass; I. Stephens; P. Ostrom; C. Goodwin, Esq. (Coach). 
Second Row R. White; K. McGowan; B. Salt; R. Tetrault; J. Fuller. 
Front Row: M. Zinay; G. Magor; D. Lalonde, Capt.; G. Stewart; P. Smith. 
Missing: S. Lewis, Ass't Capt.; J. Gillis, Ass't Capt.; A. Barwick. 

The '70'71 hockey season brought a new 
coach to the Abs in the person of Mr. C. 
Goodwin (Sugar Bear). Through his patience, 
understanding, and constant belief in the team, 
the Abenaki's completed the regular season 
with a 6-1-1 record, going further to win the 
Eastern Townships Interscholastic Junior 
Hockey League Championship over Mount St. 
Anne. The defeat of Mount St. Anne was a 
two game total point series with B.C.S. scoring 
6 and Mount St. Anne 4. The first game was a 
3-3 tie with the Abs taking the second 3-1. 

The team started the year with a very strong 
forward squad, but the defense left a great deal 
of room for improvement. After the loss of 
Rick Blickstead to the Seniors, Rich Tetrault 
made the blue line staff a little stronger. When 
he was not dodging flying clipboards, Tetrault 
provided a strong backbone for the defense. He 
teamed up with Kevin McGowan, Bob White, 
Ian Stephens and Peter "Slapshot" Ostrom. 

Jere Gillis and "Pigpen" Fuller were the 
only two members of the team to score 




hattricks with Fuller the leading goal scorer 
with 11 season goals followed by captain 
Daniel Lalonde with 10. Simon Lewis and 
Peter Smith were two more great assets; Lewis 
netted 8 goals and Smitty netted 7. 

The opening game of the season was against 
Richmond Regional High School. The Abs 
early in the game proved their superiority, with 
a complete dominance of play and went on to 
win the contest 8-0. Next came a trip to 
Stanstead with the home team pulling through 
with a 3-1 victory. The Juniors only loss in 
league play came about on December 2nd, 
when Mount St. Anne defeated the Abs 4-3 on 
home ice. The next Mount St. Anne contest in 
regular season play finished in a 3-3 tie. B.C.S. 
won both games played against Seminaire of 
Sherbrooke. The first game was a 2-1 squeaker, 
the second a 3-1 victory for "Les Abenakis". 
Selwyn House School from Montreal defeated 
the Juniors twice. Both games were hard games 
to lose as they were well-fought contests. The 
first game here at B.C.S. ended 6-5 and the 
second defeat was at McGill Arena 5-4. 

Loyola visited the school January 23 all 
prepared for a victory but the Abs skated, hit, 
shot and scored, pulling through 6-3 with 
Graeme Magor doing an excellent job in nets. 

The second Stanstead match was also a 
squeaker defeat ending 2-1 in Stanstead's favor. 

The Deerfield Junior Varsity team, from 
Deerfield Academy in Mass, made the trip 
from the U.S. and went back as the victors, 
defeating the Abenakis 2-1 in a fast and 
furious Friday-evening contest. 

One of the year's highlights for the Abs was 
a 1-0 defeat over L.C.C. Aird Barwick scored 
the only goal on an assist from Dan Lalonde. 

The two contests with Alexander Gait were 
both victories for B.C.S.; the first was 4-3, the 
second 4-2. 

The playoffs provided a great deal of excite- 
ment as the Abs had never beaten Mount St. 
Anne after losing and tying the season's 2 
games, but all ended well as we have said with 
the Abs winning the series 6-4. 

In conclusion we would like to take this 
opportunity to thank M. Goodwin for the time 
he devoted and the help he so readily gave to 
all the players. 


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Third Row: J. L. Milligan, Esq.; R. Lightfine; G. Winterson; M. Medland; P. Asselman. 

Second Row: G. Hallward; L. Desmarais; N. Lewis; M. Bedard; S. Cross (Mgr.) 

First Row: B. Peterson; J. White (Ass't); T. Ross (Capt.); F. Tardi (Ass't); B. Ritchie. 

The '70-'71 Hurons got off to a good start; 
after losing the first contest, we came back to 
win the next three straight. Then came our 
slump. It did not last long but just long 
enough to prevent our team from reaching the 
playoffs. Although we did not earn a playoff 
berth this year, our team was knocked out of 
the running in the final game of the regular 

Near the end of the season there were 
those who doubted our effort and ability. 
However, we showed that we were indeed 
trying when, after being beaten outrageously 
8-1 by the A.G.R.H.S. squad, we came back 
against the same team and only let in a late 

third period goal - the result was a slim 1-0 

While we were perhaps not a superstar 
team, we did possess some of the better 
players in the league in James White, Mark 
Medland and Captain Tony Ross. 

With the pre-game pep-talks from Major 
Abbott and the undiminishing efforts of our 
"Beloved" supervisor, Mr. Milligan, we 
enjoyed a good season. We may not have 
raked in point after point but it's not 
necessarily winning that makes a great team; 
it is also the all-round team determination. 
Besides, with two other winning teams at 
B.C.S., you can't expect to flourish under the 
school spotlight. 



Back Row: 

Second Row: 

First Row: 

R. Owen, Esq.; R. Levesley; A. 
Martin-Smith; W. Horricks; A. 
Wojatsek; B. Ander, Esq. 

R. Acres; W. Howson; A. Mon- 

tano; A. Evans; S. Gilbert; P. 


M. Wright; R. Menzies (Ass't 

Capt.); M. Lacasse (Capt); R. 

Marchuk (Ass't Capt.); J. Atkins. 

G. P. Kelly, Esq.; 

R. Ilsley; A. M. 


M. Ilsley; J. Miller; R. 

Douglas-Tourner; M. Morris; A. 



Back Row: J. Gafers; W. Pantry; W. Busat. 
Front Row: K. Matson; B. Rossy; P. 

Shorteno; T. Price; R. Large. 
Absent: T. Graham. 

Second Row: E. Detchon, Esq.; K. Reardon; C. Ponder; L. Smith; P. Lawee, Mgr.; The Headmaster. 
First Row; G. McGee; T. Norwood; G. Mayer. 

Late one November night in Glass House, a 
few veterans of the Ski team of old met with a 
new but enthusiastic coach and worked out a 
vigorous training schedule, something that the 
Ski team hopefuls have not been able to get in 
the previous years. 

Our first meet of the season, the B.C.S. In- 
vitational, was a bit premature as it occurred 
after we had been back to school scarcely a 
week, but with a lot of work a three kilometer 
course was set-up through the woods adjacent 
to the campus. It was strictly a warm-up meet 

against Stanstead. The outcome was a good 
one with Norwood, McGee and Lawee placing 
strongly in the Senior division to beat Stan- 
stead by a narrow margin. The Juniors, how- 
ever, lost. 

With a little downhill practice, due to the 
team's inability to hit the slopes more than 
twice a week, a team of seven skiers, five 
Seniors and two Juniors, were invited to com- 
pete in the A.G.R.H.S. Invitational at North 
Hatley, along with teams from Massey-Vanier 
Regional, Richmond Regional, and Stanstead. 



Second Row: E. Detchon, Esq.; L. Harrison; J. Connolly; W. Keating; P. Wilmer, Mgr. 
First Row: A. Stairs; R. Speth; P. Barakett. 

The race was to consist of a two run giant- 
slalom with the outcome of the race based on 
total times. The team did quite well, placing 
second to Massey-Vanier, with Ponder, Rear- 
don and Mayer putting on respectable show- 

The next race was a School Boy Cross- 
country Ski Meet at Sterling, with ourselves 
and Stanstead invited to compete. This meet 
was somewhat of a marathon with the seniors 
having to do seven kilometers and the juniors 
five and, judging by the outcome of the race, 

it was a marathon to everyone except the boys 
from Sterling who took the meet with ease. 
The seniors placed second, with McGee, Rear- 
don and Frosst showing a lot of determination. 
The juniors lost to Stanstead with Speth plac- 
ing a strong second. 

The major meet of the season, the Triangle 
Meet, run by B.C.S. at Owl's Head, proved to 
be a success with five senior and two junior 
teams competing. The first race of the three 
day meet was a giant slalom in which the 
seniors won in a close contest. The juniors, led 


by Barakett, also won. The next event was a 
two-run slalom which proved to be disastrous 
as both teams lost their first place births. That 
night both teams ate a hearty meal and pre- 
pared themselves mentally for the cross- 
country. The following day both teams did 
well with the juniors winning the Sutherland 
Trophy and the seniors placing second. Indivi- 
dual honours went to Norwood, who tied for 
the Price Trophy as the high aggregate of the 
meet. Many thanks must go to the master and 
boys whom made this meet possible. 

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Third Row: 

J. L. Milligan, Esq.; F. Mevs; D. Barden; G. 

Mayer; M. Etheridge; G. McGee; S. Kan; P. Bull; 

J. C. Goodwin, Esq. 

F. S. Large, Esq.; M. Bull; W. Ghans; J. Aposto- 

lides; G. Thomson; D. Dogherty; P. Lawee; T. 

Kirkwood; S. Fraser; R. Haskell; F. Black; P. 


This year was not the most successful one 
for our track team, but we all enjoyed our 
training with relatively good fitness achieved 
by most of the members. 

We began the year with extensive road 
work and indoor volleyball, organized by our 
coaches, Messrs. Milligan and Goodwin. For 
awhile in the beginning, we wondered 
whether or not we would get on the track. 
By the first week in May, when the con- 

ditions were at last suitable, our assemblage 
of enthusiasts began their short but intensive 
training program. 

The first meet, to be held on May 8th, 
was cancelled due to heavy rain. Not long 
after that our next meet occurred, the 
Annual Stanstead Track Meet, held on May 
15th. Here, our success was dampened by 
lack of practice, especially in the field events 



Second Row: S. Gilbert; J. Atkins; M. Dixon; K. Reardon; G. 

Woodsworth; G. Magor; L. Smith. 
First Row: D. Murphy; R. Ross; J. G M lis; D. Vineberg; F. 

Wilmer; M. Medland; P. Tinari; M. Bedard. 

and also, the tremendous odds presented by 
A.G.R.H.S., who presented a fine showing. 

The following week we eagerly prepared 
ourselves for the next Saturday in Sherbrooke 
at the Y.M.C.A. Meet. The cold and wet 
weather extremes caused noticeable slipping 
and difficulty in the field events. Seven other 
schools were involved in the competition. Our 
performance was the best of the season. We 
would like especially to commend Ian Miller 

for winning the pole vault and Marcel 
Etheridge, Kenny Reardon, Wayne Ghans, and 
Gordie McGee for outstanding showings in 
the track events. 

The Bantams showed great potential but 
lack of practice hindered their success. 

We are greateful to Mr. Milligan and Mr. 
Goodwin for their time and effort spent 
preparing us for an extensive season of keen 


Cricket once again began with those chilly 
net practices in the rink. Among the chopped 
debris of ice we pulled together the nets and 
began some very shaky bowling and batting. 
Only five veterans from last year's squad 
returned and the new possibilities were being 
examined and re-examined. The team was 
chosen and it seemed to be a good group of 
athletes. However, we lacked in one thing — 
experience. Over half the team had never 
played a full afternoon match of cricket. For 
some it was just their second year. We could 
not be expected to give the pure concentra- 
tion and confidence needed for a first-class 

Our first two games eased the tension and 
prepared us for the real contests against other 
school teams. We first came up against the 
old heroes of B.C.S. cricket who came back 
to form the Old Boys' team. Their skills had 
not been lost and they walloped us. Only our 
very good fielding prevented us from total 
embarrassment. We then defeated the Masters 
by a slight margin from some excellent 
batting by Bob Sewell. Next was our Ontario 
tour. We left punctually right after the Cadet 
Parade. We spent Friday night in Kingston 
and continued Saturday to Ridley. We lost 
our bus driver who slipped and broke his hip. 
He was put into a hospital and our coach, 
Mr. Henderson, continued the ride. We were 
beaten by Ridley and then by Appleby 
College. The defeats were disappointing, but 

Back Row: The Headmaster; G. Winterson; B. Sewell; L. 
McCoy; J. Gafers; P. R. Henderson, Esq. 




with Aird's new Chapman House accent and 
jokes the trip was certainly something to 
remember. Our busy schedule continued as 
we played the Bank of Montreal on Wed- 
nesday and then St. Andrew's College on 
Sunday. With a bit of a surprise the Bank of 
Montreal defeated us and we went on to lose 
our first match against St. Andrew's. Our 
fielding had been good all along, especially 
Larry Kredl who in his first year has 
developed into a very fine wicket keeper. Our 
bowlers, Mclver, Davis, and Barwick, were 
accomplishing quite a feat by keeping the 
runs down even though they alone were the 
only ones bowling. But, there was one great 
pitfall — batting. We were depending on a 
very few of our batsman to push us through 
and they certainly were not shining with 
great brightness. Colin Mclver was our most 
proficient batman. Only once did Crick Glass 
come through. That was in our second game 
of the "double-header" against St. Andrew's 
— staying up during the game he scored 
enough runs to bring the game to a draw. The 
season ended in a bad tone with two losses 
against a very good Trinity College team. 

It was an enjoyable year for cricket. We 
were a young team who progressed well and 
we thank Mr. Henderson for our achieve- 
ments. He showed us all the fine points of 
cricket which will hopefully develop us into a 
winning team. 

Second Row: W. Pantry; R. Glass; C. Mclver (Captain); R. 

Sewell (Ass't Captain); J. Davis. 
Front Row: B. Salt; J. Gale; L. Kredl. 



R. Tetrault; I. Stephens; R. Bedard, Esq.; M. Lefebvre; R. White; A. Martin-Smith. 

With great zeal and eagerness all the 
promising young Rod Lavers signed up for 
the tennis crease, and in lieu of Major 
Abbott's ultimatum of "no lead swingers" 
numerous individuals suddenly joined the 
tennis crease. The arduous task of cleaning 
the snow and ice from the upper courts was 
the main exercise for the first two weeks. 
Eventually the courts were used with great 
enthusiasm by the entire crease. 

After considerable play the tennis team 
was arbitrarily chosen by our talented but 
otherwise lovable crease master, Mr. Bedard. 
Ian Stephens, the only veteran from the 
previous year, was easily the number one 

player. Richard Tetrault was the second 
singles player; Alistair Martin-Smith and 
Robert White were the young and unexpe- 
rienced doubles players. Michael Lefebvre and 
Colin Mclver were the late entrees for the 
Stanstead tournament. The former, "Boom," 
was especially notable for his organization. 

The first tournament was held on a Wed- 
nesday against our arch enemies, Stanstead. 
The weather during the matches was un- 
usually poor for Bishop's. The rain and wind 
played havoc with the play of both teams. At 
the end of the day's competition Bishop's 
had tied Stanstead, two matches each. Ian 
Stephens won his match with consistant and 



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match, teamed with Martin-Smith. Richard 
Tetrault lost a very close singles match to his 
he and Robert White were 

doubles game. 

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into a minibus to the border 

opponent and 
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Two weeks 
Bedard piled 

town of Stanstead. The team was a bit larger 
with the addition of a cricket player, Colin 
Mclver and Michael Lefebvre. The change 
proved fruitless as Bishop's lost 

to Stanstead three matches to one. Stephens 
was the only winner for Bishop's. 

The team extends special thanks to Mr. 
Bedard, alias (. . .), for inspiration when we 
were faultering and for his helpful pointers 
on the finer points of the game. 

In retrospect the team enjoyed tennis very 
much this past term and we look hopefully 
to next year. 



S. Bateman, Esq.; D. Murphy; J. Davis; C. Mclver; G. McGee; T. Lynch; J. Gafers; G. Bruenmer; G. Woodsworth. 

Shouts of satisfaction and frustration 
echoed loudly through the squash courts this 
year as Mr. Bateman's newly-formed squash 
crease attempted to learn the fundamentals of 
squash. Approximately thirty boys chose this 
crease, and soon a ladder was formed, with 
Gordon McGee its undisputed champion and 
fifteen other hopefuls stretched out behind. 
Mr. Bateman's active interest in the game 
proved to be a challenge to many of the 
competitors, and his excellent organization 
gave everyone an opportunity to play. 

The squash tournament was more 
successful this year than last and finally two 
junior and senior champions were decided 
upon. In a tense final round McGee edged 
past Mclver to win the senior championship, 
while David Murphy cruised to victory in the 

Thanks to the hospitality of the Montreal 
Athletic Association and Mr. Lynch, the seven 
best players on the crease were invited to 
compete against the junior team of the asso- 
ciation. The tournament turned out to be a 
most enjoyable humiliation as all seven boys 
were easily defeated at the hands of the more 
experienced Montrealers. The pleasant at- 
mosphere, however, and the excellent courts 
made the visit more than worthwhile, in spite 
of our loss. 

The squash crease will be looking forward 
to a bigger and better season next year, 
possibly with more competition. Our thanks 
to Mr. Bateman for his friendly guidance and 
initiative in starting a crease, and his efforts 
were well appreciated by all. 



Back Row: D. Campbell, Esq.; W. Horricks; C. Law; E. Buckle; D. Ardill; A. Gilchrist; P. Ostrom; A 

Martin; C. Simpkin; B. Ander, Esq. 
Front Row: G. Ritchie; T. Norwood; D. Stairs; R. Hogan; P. Marchuk; M. Zinay; R. Speth. 

Lacrosse's third year at B.C.S. proved to 
be quite an experience. 

At first we were disappointed to discover 
that our sole competitors, Sterling School, 
had given up all contact sports. Major Abbott 
managed to obtain some of their equipment 
including "Home" and "Away" sweaters. 
However they did not come into as much use 
as we would have liked. 

The highlight of the season was the game 
at Howard S. Billings High School. Our 
opposition was made up of Indians from 
nearby Caughnawaga. The match was refereed 
impartially by Doug Campbell; the game was 
full of high spirits and interesting language. 
However, this contest resulted in our only 
loss of the whole season. We almost won the 

match, the score at the end of the first half 
being 3-2 in their favour, but our rivals, who 
played with their own set of rules (i.e. any- 
thing goes), showed strength in the final 
stanza and ended up victorious. I think most 
of us were content to come back with our 
scalps intact. 

The team would like to thank coaches 
Doug Campbell and Brian Ander for their 
patient instruction. Good luck to next year's 


Back Row: R. Isley; P. Singleton; J. Thatcher; C. Cons; B. Synder; P. Clermont; J. Gauvin; M. 

Medland; M. Ilsley; A. P. Campbell, Esq.; D. Stenason. 
Front Row: F. Torontour; IM. Lewin; R. Murphy; D. Courey; M. Clermont; T. Chisholm; I. Miller; R. 

Levesley; J. N. Whitmore. Esq.; L. Harrison. 


W. Badger, Esq.; R. McGuire; P. Leger; R. Dodds-Hebron; P. Acres; D. Ross; J. Lindsay. 




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Back Row: P. Smith; G. Magor; B. Sewell; A. Martin-Smith; J. Thatcher. 
First Row: F. Wilmer; R. Glass; A. Montano; P. Lawee; D. Vineberg. 

It finally came through. After years of 
discussing, compromising, and scrapping, 
B.C.S. has permitted the students to have 
their own say in school affairs. We even 
began by giving the formation the name- 
committee. Student's Committee didn't sound 
so vulgar and revolutionary. It was not long 
after that we adopted "Council" as our 

Our plan was not to lead Berkeley-type 
revolts but to take things which agitated us 
all. We would look into it, discuss it, and try 
to solve the problem. The representation of 
the school body was good. We had two boys 
representing the two junior forms and Glass 
House and one from each other house and 
form. This gave us a total of eleven, a good 
number to work with. 

Our meeting began with ideas galore for 
which was to be our perfect school. Of 
course, a great bulk of our ideas were shot 
down by points which we were made to 
realize through talks with the masters, Mr. 
Large and even some of the Board Members. 
But not all was in vain. Needless to say, 
there were many things left to perfect. As a 
duty of ours we took on the task of or- 
ganizing dances and concerts. We had a close 
communication with the Bishop's Centenial 
Theatre across the river and once we managed 

to have a group bus into Montreal and see 
Sly and the Family Stone do their thing. 

With dances and such we came across 
another problem — drugs. Yet what could we 
do? Nothing we said or any lecturer said 
would effect those involved. We had to find 
people whom the boys could talk to and 
believe. We investigated and found a group of 
guys who had been through the deal of 
addiction. It was a group named SPERA. They 
came, lived with us for a week and worked 
wonders. Then there is our food, something 
that has been a piece of controversy in this 
school for years. That was a problem we were 
going to tackle. We compiled a four page, 
typed, suggestion. This may have given the 
school second thoughts on replacing the chef. 
There was Earth Day too. We had outside help 
but together we accomplished quite a feat — 
cleaning up the school. We thought the Chapel 
needed spicing up so we obtained more student 
activity. There was a special "Good Friday 
Service" with the boys reading the story of 
Easter. Seniors are now giving sermons. 

That's not a bad list of accomplishments 
for a Student's Council's first year. We still 
could have done a good many other things 
but that leaves all the more for next year. 



This year's library was a far cry from the 
one many Old Boys remember. With the 
inception of the Independent Study Pro- 
gramme three years ago, the number of 
reference books available to the students has 
soared, and along with the day's bestsellers, 
the Peter Holt Memorial Library finds itself 
sorely in need of space for its 7,000 volumes. 
To help cope with the influx of books, Mrs. 
B. Albert, formerly of St. Pat's High School, 
has joined the legion of librarians. 

Again this year the "Honour System" has 
been put to the test. The result was that 
many books have been lost or misplaced. 
Also, this year, as last, there was a Senior 
boy on duty in the library to keep the noise 
level to a minimum and to "count heads" for 
the record. 

Three times a week the Junior librarians 
strutted in, picked up their "overdue book 
slips," and sauntered out casually, intent on 
getting their man. As always, Mr. Cowans was 

ready to prompt any boys whose memory 
failed them after being told by the Juniors. 

Fourth form again came first in the 
"books issued" department, running true to 
form since the beginning of the complex 
system. But even so, it was a second former, 
Tass Bey, who won the Vice-Chairman's Prize 
for "Best Use of the Library." 

During Michaelmas term, Mrs. Allison gave 
the school an introductory tour of the 
library. Then, near the end of the year, she 
popped a library quiz into everybody's lap. 
And tricky questions they were. But through 
it, Mrs. Allison discovered what books were 
read the most, which authors were favoured, 
and many other vital statistics that libraries 
thrive on. And the students learned how to 
use the library. 

Looking back on the past year, we realize 
the unselfish work put into the library by the 
librarians and the masters, who, for the most 
part, remained hidden behind the scenes. And 
we thank them. 




There were several new additions to chapel 
life at B.C.S. this year. As usual, the choir 
performed superbly under the able direction 
of Mr. Cruickshank, who never lost hope. 
Thanks must also go to the two ladies behind 
the scenes, who give endlessly of their time 
to the general well-being of the choir. Mrs. 
Brady, who always jumped mercilessly upon 
those without choir ties and black shoes, was 
responsible for the clean robes and white 
surplices we saw in chapel every Sunday. Mrs. 
Bell, gifted with inexhaustable patience, 
helped the choir through many a dismal 
practice. Most of the trebles were new boys 
and thus the choir had to depend mainly on 
a two tenor, two bass arrangement for its 
more difficult pieces. 

The carol service, a few hours before the 
Christmas holidays, was as usual a great deal 
of fun. The choir sang flawlessly, the readers 
read errorlessly, and a good time was had by 

In February, we had a combined Evensong 
service with Compton. The choirs also were 


combined. Mr. Max Arthur of the Grenfell 
Mission was the guest speaker on this 
occasion. He showed a good selection of 
slides showing the Mission's work in the 
North Shore St. Lawrence River region. A 
few slides even revealed a face quite familiar 

Rather than the normal Good Friday 
service this year, under the direction of Mr. 
Greer, fourteen boys read, in dialogue 
fashion, the story of Jesus' last few days. It 
was a change that the congregation appre- 
ciated, and all those who took part benefitted 

Again in April, we had a guest speaker. 
Rev. John Prince, a student at Bishop's 
University. From his personal experience, he 
told us of his life as an English, white clergy- 
man in the middle of an Indian reservation in 
Northern Canada. 

Sundays in May were quite eventful as far 
as chapel activities are concerned. Bishop 
Brown presided over his final confirmation 
service at B.C.S., before retiring as Bishop of 

Quebec, May 23rd, saw Mr. and Mrs. 
Robertson's son christened in a service many 
of us had not participated in previously. Also, 
the same day, a seventh former, Doug Ross, 
gave the sermon. He presented a good topic, 
"How to go about getting changes," which he 
handled well. In the course of his sermon Ross 
mentioned that if a sixth or seventh former has 
something to say, he should be allowed to use 
the pulpit to do so. The following Sunday, 
Dick Menzies took him up on his proposition 
and also delivered a fine sermon. If we see 
more of this next year, the chapel will indeed 
advance further in its quest for more 
interesting services. 

Peter Ustinov's "The Unknown Soldier and 
his Wife" may not have been the ideal choice 
for a B.C.S. production, but despite all diffi- 
culties and counter-forces, expected and other- 
wise, the final result was an undoubted success. 
After working on this masterpiece of organized 
confusion for almost six months, under a 
patient and tireless director, Mr. Rod Lloyd, a 
few of the leads had their first opportunity to 
perform before an audience. On April 24, the 
first scene of the second act was put on in the 
theatre workshop at Bishop's University and 
was surprisingly successful. The following 
Thursday, after the arrival of carloads of props 
and costumes, and after a solid week of four 
hour rehearsals, the first performance hit the 
B.C.S. gym. Despite one small foul up of lines, 
the performance went smoothly and was 
generally enjoyed by the students and the few 
outside visitors. Little did the cast and director 
know then that the following night the play 
was not going to run quite so smoothly. 

action never slowed down. I don't think there 
was a practice where we weren't reminded that 
if the action died for only one moment, the 
play would die with it. And it most certainly 
never did die, in fact it was lively to boot. But 
above all, the cast is to be commended for the 
job that they did, as it was by no means an 
easy one. I don't feel that anyone else could 
have done a better job, and I therefore feel 
that you should recognize Brian Sewell, Ian 
Stephens, Alistair Martin-Smith, Kevin 
McGowan, Doug Ross, Henry Havas, Nick 
Woodsworth, Caroline Delva, Jane Derrick, 
(both girls from A.G.R.H.S.), Wayne Ghans, 
Lee Harrison, Myles Frosst, Andrew Graham, 
David Courey, Peter Marchuk and Fergus 
Wilmer for the excellent job they did. 

A word of thanks should also go to Mrs. 
Cowans and Mrs. Detchon for make-up, to Mr. 
Whitmore for lighting and sound, to Mr. 
Detchon and his stage crew, and to Mr. Evans 
for his assistance in all parts of the production. 

Eight hours before the performance, word 
was out that our faithful bugler, Wayne Ghans, 
had been struck by the plague of German 
Measles which had just hit the school. As if 
this wasn't enough, our supposed audience for 
the night, the girls from King's Hall, did not, 
for reasons apparent, wish to expose them- 
selves to the epidemic and, consequently, left 
us with a minor problem. The buglar tragedy 
was overcome by two other soldiers who took 
on a few extra lines and were able to cover up 
for Wayne. Unfortunately, audiences are harder 
to come by than buglers. But the show must 
go on (even if nobody's looking) and on it 

There was never a dull moment, on or be- 
hind the stage. Thanks to the commendable ef- 
forts of Jay Thatcher, the stage manager, what 
could have been chaos backstage was kept 
minimal. As for the show itself, Mr. Lloyd is 
to be thanked above all, for the fact that the 


For its 1971 production, the Lennoxville 
Players presented "The Mikado" at the 
Bishop's University Centennial Theatre on the 
11th, 12th and 13th of March. 

Rehearsals began in the B.C.S. Assembly 
Hall in late September, then moved to the gym 
after Christmas. They were held on Wednesday 
evenings and by seven-thirty p.m. a group of 
fifty, including eleven B.C.S. students, had 
gathered from the surrounding area to sip cof- 
fee, chat, and most important, to sing. Many 
familiar faces were seen this year in major 
roles, such as Dorothy Hewson, Bernice Besson 
and John Bertram. However, both the male 
and female lead roles were taken by new- 
comers. John Prince of Calgary played a lively 
Nanki-Poo and Jean McDonald of Compton, 
was well-cast as the heroine, Yum- Yum. There 
were more B.C.S. students in the production 
than there have been in the past. Ian Beard- 

more, Alan Evans, Elliot Frosst, Richard 
Haskell, Tim Kirkwood, Gordon Ritchie and 
Mike Zinay comprised the entire tenor section 
while Lyall Davies, Alistair Martin-Smith, Lyle 
McCoy and Brian Sewell made-up a large 
portion of the bass section. The four guards 
were played by Jean Gauvin, Sass Khazzam, 
Ian Miller and Ken Reardon, also of B.C.S., 
and Derek Park was cast as the clown. 

Many masters and boys proved to be a tre- 
mendous assistance "behind the scenes". Eric 
Detchon acted as Stage Manager while John 
Whitmore and his crew did a fine job on the 
lighting. Set Decoration was handled by David 
Morgan and Alex Robertson while Nan 
Detchon was invaluable as our accompanist. 

During its three-night run, Saturday was by 
far the best, both in respect to the audience, as 
well as the performance itself. Many people 
worked hard to make the play the success it 


Upon our return after the Easter holidays, 
we took a crash course in talking, walking, 
make-up and general acting for the perfor- 
mance date was set at the following Saturday. 
The set, we discovered to our amazement, had 
been masterfully decorated, and with our 
gaudy costumes the whole production picked 
up. After an exhausting week of rehearsals the 
play came off. Patsy Thompson and Daphne 
Wainman-Wood from Compton and Dick 
Menzies from B.C.S. were the three leads. Also 
from B.C.S. were James Davis, Colin Mclver, 
Al Evans, John Gale, Scott Fraser and Ian 

We of the male cast would like to thank 
Miss Hewson for her direction and taxi-service, 
Mrs. Campbell for the sounds (and sights), 
Miss MacDonald for the set, and Miss Cummins 
for the costumes (hers included). Despite 
everything said above, it was enjoyable, and we 
hope you will try again next year. 

was and special credit goes to the two direc- 
tors, Ross Paul and Harry Dutton, as well as 
the producer, Lewis Evans. We hope that next 
year's production is that much more of a 

Relations between Compton and B.C.S. 
underwent a vast improvement this year as 
these two schools jointly produced "Quality 
Street" by John Barrie. One day in late 
November a select group of extremely fortu- 
nate boys went over to Compton for their first 
rehearsal. Then, the play did not seem particu- 
larly impressive — a semblance which may have 
influenced the cast's decision to limit the 
performances to Compton. 

Throughout the winter term relations were 
strengthened as each Sunday afternoon was 
spent in rehearsal — an arrangement which did 
not seem to perturb any of the boys. 



Agora's sole purpose is to gain experience 
and confidence in public speaking and debat- 
ing. This year, we feel that this purpose has 
been accomplished. There were twenty "in- 
school" debates and in most cases it was the 
first try for the debater. All of those who 
were active in this year's club gained this 
valuable experience of public speaking and 

This year, Agora was in many more 
competitions than ever before. B.C.S. is part 
of the Eastern Townships Debating League 
and there were many debating evenings 
between the five schools. (Others include: 
Stanstead College, Alexander Gait, Richmond 
Regional, King's Hall). This year the league 
offered a trophy to the best team in a round- 
robin of debates. Dinyar Marzban and 
Douglas Ross were representing Bishop's at 
this encounter. We won the trophy by a large 

Agora sent representatives to the McGill 
Debating Tournament, which includes some 
twenty-three schools. Our debaters were Tony 
Graham and Myles Frosst for the Affirmative 
and Scott Fraser and Alan Federer for the 
Negative on the resolution, "Man should seek 
commitment rather than Freedom." The 
teams met competition from Upper Canada 
College, Ridley, Appleby, U.T.S. and others. 
Unfortunately, Fraser and Federer did not 
win any debates, but this was their first time 
in tough competition. However, Myles Frosst 
and Tony Graham won the Tournament and 
the Dr. Cyril James Trophy. 

In March, Bishop's University held a debat- 
ing tournament consisting of seven schools. 
B.C.S. sent Tony Graham, Myles Frosst, 
James Thatcher and Alistair Martin-Smith. We 
did not do as well as we expected and had 
to settle for fourth place. 




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Tony Graham and Myles Frosst won their 
way to the National Debating Seminar to 
represent the Province of Quebec with three 
other debaters. It was held in Port Hope, 
Ont., and then carried on to Ottawa. It lasted 
for five days and both Frosst and Graham 
had a great experience. Myles did not do as 
well as he hoped, but Tony Graham ranked 
16 out of 58, and won the prize for the best 
speaker from the province. 

Agora also took part in the Plymouth 
Model United Nations in New Hampshire 
during the third term. Representing us was 
Alan Federer, John Gale, and Jean-Paul 
Duquet. The assembly lasted three days and 
all three boys did a great deal of debating. 
Alan Federer came second in the whole 
tournament and won a plaque for the best 
speaker in his committee. There were three 
committee topics - Red China's Entrance 
into the U.N., Middle East Question, and 
Human Rights. There were forty-two in each 
committee. John Gale came in the top six of 
his committee. These boys will stage next 
year's Model United Nations at the school. 

There was also a Model United Nations 
held at the school this year. It took place on 
April 23 and the chairman was Kevin 
McGowan. King's Hall and the Gait sent 
delegates along with the B.C.S. students. 
There were 28 countries participating in this 
lively and amusing assembly. The main theme 
of the Assembly was "Hijackings." Many 
people enjoyed this Assembly very much and 
are looking forward to the one next year. 

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There were many other things that went 
on this year in one of the most interesting 
clubs in the school, but as you can see, a 
great many people experienced debating and 
public speaking this year. We are all looking 
forward to next year and would like to thank 
the masters in Agora for all their help. 

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It was during one of those dreary, gray, 
seemingly endless rainy spells in early 
November two years ago, in the Blickstead- 
Gurney dorm in Williams House, that Art 
Campbell and several students, sitting around 
drinking coffee and discussing whatever they 
felt like, started talking about the possibility 
of B.C.S. students forming their own Social 
Service group. Two months later, after much 
getting together and organization on the part 
of Mr. Campbell, the idea became a reality 
and the Social Service activities group was 
launched. There were several changes this 
year, the biggest one being the shifting of the 
majority of children that the group helps 
with studies from Cookshire to Huntingville, a 
scant four miles away. 

Whereas last year the oldest child being 
helped was twelve years old, boys and girls of 
up to seventeen were coached this year. This 
proved slightly more difficult, for in some 
cases the student in question would be up to 
four years behind in certain subjects. 

Organization was made a great deal easier 
this year, for although many more people 
were involved on both sides, the fact that the 

children were not all in one home, but split 
up in smaller houses into groups of five or 
six, allowed us to form regular groups which 
would go to the same house each week, 
driven by the same master each week. In this 
way, to a far greater extent than was possible 
last year, a real relationship developed 
between tutor and child. It was thus far 
easier to get to know the child's general 
character and learning difficulties. 

Although the Social Services organization 
would have been impossible without the 
weekly active participation of the thirty-five 
students from B.C.S., special thanks must go 
to Messrs. Campbell, Owen, Napier and Large 
who unfailingly gave us one of their all-too- 
few free evenings each week in order to drive 
us to and from the houses, and to George 
Bruemmer and Clive Law for organizing and 
assisting the children when they came to use 
the B.C.S. rink each week during the winter. 

Social Services for the 1970-71 year 
wound up with a very successful sugaring-off 
party held at the farm of Mr. David Cruick- 


dlmmc hall. 

In the past years we have eaten our meals 
in basically the same way as meals were eaten 
here many years ago. In fact, save for minor 
changes, the dining hall stood out as one of 
the constant unchanging features of the 
school. Any old boy visiting us would not 
have to stretch his imagination very far 
before he could remember himself sitting at 
one of the tables, being reprimanded by the 
head of the table while thrashing around the 
barely edible food. 

Happily this situation has finally changed, 
cafeteria meals have now replaced the 
sit-down meals almost completely, and at the 
same time the food has improved. 

Willy Badger still holds his position of 
dignity over the head table, but the room he 
surveys has changed some; chairs have 
replaced the benches at the tables, accoustic 
tiling covers the ceiling, and two "Jet-Spray" 
drink machines have been installed. Even the 
atmosphere has changed for the better; now 
meals can be looked forward to as a time for 
friends to gather together and enjoy a 
leisurely meal. 

Behind Willy, in the kitchen, more changes 
have taken place. A fan has been installed 
over the grill on the dining hall level, thus 
enabling foods to be cooked here that 
normally would have become cold and soggy 
from their trip from the kitchen. The food 
itself has also improved, thanks to our new 
chef, M. Lacroix. 

But perhaps the most important change 
can be found at the end of the "food-cycle" 
— the washing up. Boys from the school are 

now working in the kitchen, washing and 
stacking dishes, in an effort to expand the 
kitchen's budget, thus providing even better 
food. And our efforts have been rewarded to 
some extent; after all how many boarding 
schools serve Boeuf Bourgignon or can afford 
to make their own chocolate eclairs? 

Who to thank? The predominant figures 
are Mr. Badger, the dining hall committee, 
the student's council, and of course M. 
Lacroix. But without the co-operation of the 
whole school, this new system would not 
have been possible. 


This year the 5th form and the school 
management faced the prospect of a winter 
carnival with a new outlook. To supplement a 
rather meagre budget of ticket sales and 
"voluntary" contributions, the school donated 
a very substantial sum towards forming a really 
good carnival. No longer would we have to 
settle for a half-rate band obtained through 
Donald K. Donald or such. 

With this knowledge under our belts, the 
Carnival Committee was elected and met in 
mid-November full of zeal and magnificent 
ideas. For every week till the end of January 
we convened under the very able, if somewhat 
censorous, leadership of Mr. Milligan to throw 
back and forth various suggestions. Unfor- 
tunately, absolutely nothing was accomplished 
until about four days before the dreaded week- 
end when we and the school exploded into 
feverish activity. Snow sculptures, huge rolls of 
decorations, and a very pretty if indecipherable 
games schedule appeared from nowhere. Wayne 
Ghans ran about securing referees, equipment, 
team lists, etc. 



broomball scoreboard. Late into that night 
final touches were added to the snow sculp- 
tures. The finals were played out on Saturday 
morning while the sculpture judges made the 
rounds. Now the points had to be compiled to 
figure out who would win the combined events 

Meanwhile, we of the Dance Committee 
were frantically stringing up wires, sound 
systems, and miles of red, white, and blue 
crepe paper while below us some very ratty 
looking booths were going up. Around five 
o'clock King's Hall and St. Helen's arrived to a 
very confused and non-descript looking gym. 
The women were a bit hesitant to spend their 
money on such lucrative establishments as Ian 
Beardmore's private darkened den of iniquity 
(and who can blame them). But what we lost 
on the booths we gained double on the dance. 
As usual the announcements of Carnival 
winners directly preceded the dance. It was an 
evening of upsets, to say the least. Glass House 
won the snow sculpture contest with their 
"message" of a tab of acid in a mousetrap. 
Chapman House unexpectedly took the big 
prize leaving Smith and William's to sulk with 
second and third. 

From the melee of numerous financial 
scraps, Andrew Graham secured "tranquility", 
a group which the Trafalgar Casanovas declared 
to be very fine. To everyone's surprise, most of 
all, ours, things were working out. 

The dance was undoubtedly the best in 
recent B.C.S. history thanks to Tranquility 
who really got things together with their 
excellent Sly-style music. The dear, departed 
Denis Gagnon provided a very good lightshow. 

Friday afternoon arrived and vicious inter- 
house duels were fought from the B.U. basket- 
balls courts to our rink. In the waist deep 
snow of center field teams of cursing 
combatants floundered about after footballs. 
William's House won hands down on the 

Looking back, I feel this Carnival was the 
best we have had in several years and this is 
almost entirely due to the tremendous efforts 
made by the Carnival Committee and Mr. 
Milligan to whom I would like to express my 
thanks and gratitude. 


The day was Thursday, October 8th, 1970, 
and the event was a school hike up Mount 
Madonna. It had been planned indefinitely by 
the Masters since September and was intended 
to give the whole school a break from the 
usual routine. It was a big secret which was 
withheld from us until the last possible 
moment and there was much sceptic specula- 
tion. "Just the coaches trying to get us in 
shape", or "Some masters want to get rid of 
the troublesome boys by losing them on the 
mountain." Most of us were a little suspicious 
and would not fully believe that such a good 
thing would actually happen "in a school like 
this" as the phrase goes. 

But Wednesday night a school meeting was 
held and Mr. Cruickshank, the originator of the 
project, explained to us the routes we would 
be taking up the mountain. We were told to 
cross our fingers and hope for a good day. 

Thursday morning everyone was up early 
and it was a beautiful day, Around 9:00 a.m. 
we left. At the border we were delayed for a 
few minutes because we were trying to smuggle 
a "Persian" across, but at last the matter was 
straightened out and "Din" was allowed to 
stay with us. We arrived at the mountain at 
10:30 and immediately started the climb. The 
Juniors travelled an easier route than the 
Seniors who staggered straight up the slope of 
Madonna under the chair-lift. The view at the 
top was breathtaking — literally. 

Then we raced down the backside of 
Madonna to the valley between that mountain 
and Big Spruce. Here, several boys found a 
refreshing spot in a cool mountain stream as 
they ate lunch. After this all too short rest we 
plodded up Big Spruce to the small lake at the 
top. The day was a record-breaker as the 
temperature reached 90°. But the heat couldn't 
have come on a better day. After a quick swim 
we continued on, passing over to Little Spruce 
and down the slope to the waiting buses. As 
we couldn't get on the buses immediately and 
some people still had a few ounces of energy 
left, a few boys wanted to give the masters a 

little refreshment. Mr. Goodwin was the first 
unlucky victim who was well refreshed with a 
glass of cold water. From then on it was open 
war with practically all the masters and the 
prefects as well getting in on the "fun". Mr. 



Whitmore had the most fun, being held under 
the tap for a few minutes until Mr. Napier 
came to his rescue. 

Around 4:00 it was discovered that one 
small group was missing. Led by the infallible 
Mr. Milligan, six boys had evidently strayed 
from the path. By 4:30 they had still not 
returned. There were mutinous grumblings and 
much talk of "Leave them here for the night". 
At last all but two of the buses left, and 
finally around 5:00 there came a full report. 
Evidently Mr. Milligan, believing he knew a 
"shorter route", had convinced a small group of 
very gullible boys that they should go with 
him. Naturally enough they soon realized that 
they had not only gone the wrong way but 
had also got themselves lost. However, they 
managed to find their way back to Madonna, 
where we had started out, and telephoned to 
Stowe where we all were waiting impatiently. 
One bus returned directly to the school while 
the other went back to Madonna to pick up 
the errant wanderers. When we got back to the 
school our hungry stomachs were treated to 
one of the best suppers the school has to offer. 

The next morning at "Sing along with Dag" 
we commemorated Mr. Mulligan's Group of 
Happy Blunders by singing "There's a Voice in 
the Wilderness Crying". But apart from that 
slight mishap no one got lost and everyone had 
a lot of fun. 



Last year a great new idea was tried out, 
with astounding results. Groups of boys roved 
the school grounds, cleaning up forty years of 
accumulated trash around the buildings and in 
the woods. Because of last year's success we 
were prompted to try again. But it was felt 
that this year's effort would be something of a 
let-down if we merely repeated ourselves. So it 
was decided that we should not only clean up 
the school but on the roads nearby and in 
Lennoxville as well. Because Earth Day is 
meant to be a time of awareness of our envi- 
ronment and not simply of our local commu- 
nity we wanted to extend our activities beyond 
the confines of the school. 



Thursday, May 7th was the appointed day. 
We were to have early lunch, then house 
meetings at which the boys would be divided 
up and given their instructions. Two hours 
were to be spent in the clean-up, after which 
there would be creases. After a period of 
frantic organization the masters were appointed 
to certain areas and lists of boys were assigned 
to them. Garbage bags were given out and the 
groups headed out. Around each house, the 
main School, Moulton Hill Road, St. Francis 
Road and Lennoxville, trash and refuse dis- 
appeared rapidly. Within two hours there was a 
vast improvement throughout the countryside, 
and a massive heap of treash blocking centre 
steps. This was all hauled away to the Town 
dump and we thankfully bid good-bye to all 
the neighbourhood trash. 

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But still nothing was really changed. Already 
papers and soft drink cans line the roads; few 
are those who have truly gained from this. All 
we can hope is that, in future years, with the 
repetition of Earth Day, the idea of ecology 
will sink into a few more heads. Until then we 
are left with the words of one man who, when 
told that we were voluntarily cleaning up the 
roads and fields for Earth Day, asked, "And 
you are doing it for nothing? " 



The Tea Dance, considered by the staff to 
have been a "Passion Pit", and by students to 
have been a tremendous success, brought with 
it an evil which both groups had come to fear 
— the evil of drug abuse. Although the out- 
ward storm seemed to dissipate quickly, the 
Headmaster and the Student's Council con- 
tinued to hold behind-the-scenes meetings to 
discuss how the problem of drugs at B.C.S. 
could be eliminated. The outcome of those 
meetings was the decision to invite to the 
school a group of rehabilitated drug addicts 
from the Spera home near Montreal, an 
organization in which drug addicts help each 
other return to the mainstream of society. 
Their aim at B.C.S. was to teach the boys the 
truth about drugs, using themselves as 
examples of a few of those people to whom 
"it could never happen." 

The week of January 11th, was an unusual 
one at the school as the normal weekday 
routine was interupted and rescheduled because 
of the therapy sessions being conducted on the 

third floor of School House. Each form was 
divided into several small groups, these groups 
consisting of approximately fifteen boys each. 


The ninety minutes time allotted to each group 
often proved to be insufficient as discussions 
raged and were cut short by incoming groups 
throughout the week. Apart from the tight 
scheduling, these sessions were completely 
informal. A frankness and openess was dis- 
played within them, which, until now, has 
been missing from B.C.S. society. The 
individual members of the Spera group con- 
ducted evening sessions after prep for all those 
wishing to participate. The barriers which the 
individual builds around himself were relent- 
lessly broken down, and the atmosphere 
became one of communication and com- 
panionship. The danger of drugs was starkly 
revealed as, in turn, Gerry, Mike, Larry, Nicky 
and Peter recounted his own personal 
experience of tragedy and humiliation under 
the unforgiving bonds of addiction. The 
opening lines of each story sounded very much 
like the situation in which many boys found 
themselves at school. 

As a finale to a week of small groups, two 
large sessions were held, one for fifth, sixth 
and seventh forms, the second for the junior 
school. The theme of these sessions was 
communication and companionship as boys 

and masters mingled freely with each other and 
talked about themselves. 

The Spera people visited B.C.S. for five 
days, and during those five days their great 
power of frankness caused a tremendous 
impact upon the school. Although the group 
came to the school for the purpose of 
eliminating drug abuse, they accomplished far 
more. The relationships between masters and 
boys have been profoundly affected, as both 
are now more honest and open with each 
other. Discussion groups within the school have 
been formed, and are growing. Most important 
of all, drug abuse has been all but eliminated 
at B.C.S., and although the next Tea Dance 
may well be another "Passion Pit", it most 
certainly will not be another pot party. 


The number of pots on the pottery shelf 
doubled and redoubled frequently this year as 
a new interest expressed itself, sparked 
primarily by cadets but also by a new kiln. 
The old, non-heat resistant one having been 
dismantled and ungraciously thrown out the 
basement window. 

Expansion was the keynote for the pottery 
club this year. An early expedition to a brick 
mill in East Angus produced enough clay to 
last for two years, and an equal supply of 
glaze and coloured clay, or slip, was ordered. 
The clay obtained at East Angus proved to 
be very smooth and excellent for the use on 
the wheel. 

Glaze trails were conducted early in the 
year with some good and some mediocre 
results, and soon pottery enthusiasts had a 
selection of one hundred or more colour 
cominations with which to decorate their 
pots. An extremely attractive pottery display 
was put on in centre hall to illustrate the 
basic fundamentals of pottery and to show 
off some of our "home-made" products. The 
result was a tremendous, if temporary, 
increase in the pottery "population." 

Disaster struck, however, just before 
Christmas as our somewhat unpredictable kiln 
heated up to and over its maximum tempera- 
ture long before expected and burned about 
three elements at the same time ruining 
several pots. The damage was repaired early 

in the second term, however, and things soon 
returned to normal. 

It is hoped that more people will take ad- 
vantage of learning the satisfying art of 
pottery next year, and that more and better 
pots will be produced. Who knows? Pottery 
could become doubly rewarding thanks to 
coordinated activities with King's Hall. 

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The beginning of the school year marked 
some changes in the Camera Club. With the 
departure of Mr. Grimsdell, Mr. Detchon was 
elected to the position of Camera Club 
advisor. We would like to thank Mr. 
Grimsdell for leaving us his dryer, safelights, 
and many photos showing us his photographic 
skills. Since a great number of Camera Club 
members did not return to the school this 
year, we found ourselves admitting many new 
members into the club. During the course of 
the summer, Mr. Blue had the Camera Club 
painted, and we found ourselves with a 
brighter atmosphere in the club. 

Due to the lack of funds for the year, the 
Camera Club was not as active as last year. 

But there were a few important promotions 
this year. President Lalonde elected three 
vice-presidents: Peter Brooke became Vice- 
President of the Camera Club, Sass Khazzam 
was elected Vice-President of the Camera 
Club Committee, and Denis Gagnon was Vice- 
President of Color Photography. These 
promotions led to the 
Executives". Mr. Pat 
photographic skills led 
First Class Member. 

formation of "The 
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to his becoming a 

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Athletic Awards: 

Academic Prizes: 
Form II: 

Form III: 

Form IV: 
Form V: 

Form VI: 

Form VII: 

Special Prizes: 

Rankin Trophy - Track and Field Championship - C. Mclver. 

Richardson Cup - Bantam Ail-Round Championship - M. Bedard. 

R.M.C. Cup - Junior All-Round Championship - P. Marchuk. 

Martin Cup - Intermediate All-Round Championship - G. McGee. 

Smith Cup and Fortune Medal - School All-Round Championship - M. 

General Proficiency - Bedard, Bey, Lewis II, Rossy. 

The Boswell Writing Prize — Rossy 
The Art Prize - Lewis II. 

General Proficiency - Goodfellow II, Murray, Price. 
The Art Prize - C. McQuade. 

General Proficiency - Courey, Eddy, Harrison, Martin, Rich. 

The Magor Prize — G. Magor. 

General Proficiency - T. Marshall, G. Stewart. 

B.C.S. Medal for Junior French - M. Clermont. 

The Governor General's Medal - R. Menzies. 

B.C.S. Medal for Senior French - P. Clermont 

Lt. Col. G. R. Hooper Prize for Mathematics - S. Fraser. 

The L./Cpl. Gerry Hanson Prize for History - S. Fraser. 

The Sixth Form Prize for Latin - M. Stephen. 

The Sixth Form Prize for English - D. Menzies. 

The Sixth Form Prize for Biology — D. Menzies. 

The Sixth Form Prize for Chemistry - S. Fraser. 

The Sixth Form Prize for Geography - S. Fraser. 

The Sixth Form Prize for Physics - S. Fraser. 

The Sixth Form Prize for Spanish - P. Smith. 

General Proficiency — R. Blickstead, G. Bruemmer, S. Fraser, R. Men- 
zies, H. Simkouits, M. Stephen, Captain J. Melville, Greenshields 
Scholarship — D. Menzies. 

The Old Boys' Prize - D. Ross 

The Robert A. Kenny Prize for Advanced Mathematics — D. Ross. 

General Proficiency — C. Bishop. 

The Anthony Awde Trophy for Public Speaking — K. McGowan. 

The Kay Art Prize — A. Outerbridge. 

The Grant Hall Medal for Debating - D. Ross. 

The Kenneth Hugessen Prize for Creative Writing — N. Woodsworth. 

B.C.S. Tankards - C. Bishop, R. Glass, D. Ross, R. Sewell, N. Woodsworth. 

The Chairman's Prize for Greatest Improvement — P. Ostrom. 

The Vice-Chairman's Prize for Best Use of the Library — T. Bey. 

The Headmaster's Prize for Reading in Chapel — M. Lacasse. 

B.C.S. Silver Medals for Humanity, Initiative and Skill in a Crisis — E. 

Frosst, C. Mclver. 
The Hartland B. MacDougall Medal — A. Montang. 



There exists in our world the ever-present 
shadow of crisis which hangs over its popu- 
lation. The price paid in order to reach our 
technical pinnacle has been the total dissi- 
pation of our ecological environment. 

Finally we are realizing that a war against 
pollution must be won. And this realization 
comes only from facts and people. On October 
19th the Science Department of B.C.S. invited 
Mr. Herb Sailor to come down to the School 
and speak to the students. A naturalist, he was 
once an industrial engineer, and now devotes 
all his time to informing the public. Through 
the use of color films, Mr. Sailor paints a vivid 
picture of the dangers threatening our planet. 
Concentrating on the everglades, our guest 
showed us how much of the land has been laid 
to waste. 

Yet more important, he convinced us that 
the fight to save the environment was our 
fight. Only through our efforts, will we once 
again make the earth a beautiful place to live. 


Through the courtesy of Mr. J. Simkovits 
and the labours of Mr. Whitmore and Frank 
Torontour the B.C.S. radio system had been 
vastly improved. The location and pattern of a 
new control panel has made it much easier for 
eager D.J.'s to produce their own shows, and 
lines going to all the houses provide around- 
the-clock music to soothe our minds. 

Every Wednesday evening the golden voices 
of our staff were transmitted over the airwaves 
of Sherbrooke's CKTS-AM Radio Station. 
B.C.S. had a five minute time slot in which we 
presented a "round-up" of School events. Each 
week a duo made up of any combination of 
Kevin McGowan, Jay Thatcher and Richard 
Tetrault were transported by the "Peter Pan 
Get-away Boots" and their owner to the 
studios of Bishop's University to produce the 

This year has truly been a great experience 
and all are sure that next year Radio B.C.S. 
will expand to even greater heights. 



Our sincere thanks go to Mr. John Whitmore 
from whom the call letters WHIT were derived. 
He started off the year taping football and 
soccer games and the tapes were reviewed by 
the coaches and boys in post-game practices. 
Boys who learned to operate the T.V. 
equipment also benefitted from this new 
experience. During the winter months the 
Audio-Visual recorder was not in use for 
outdoor events but the boys were able to use 
the Camera and Recorder for taping plays and 
other such indoor events. At the end of the 
year we had hoped to tape the Cricket games 
but due to a communication breakdown we 
were not able to do so. Instead Mr. Rod Lloyd 
used the equipment to produce a play for 
television. Next year's prospects remain 
unknown as to what unlimited uses the 
closed-circuit television equipment will fulfill. 
We hope that a greater number of boys will 
take an active interest in operating the 
television equipment in the future. 

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Desolation Row 

The incessant crashing and screeching of a 
railroad shunting yard filled the early morning 
air. The obliging moon was but a vanishing 
white dot in the sky. Tiny wisps of black 
smoke rose skyward from a heap of damp- 
looking kindling, as an old man laboriously 
tried to prompt the fire. Finally, the despe- 
rate small shoots of fire strained for air and 
burst into a roaring fire. 

Content with the blaze, the man stepped 
back and found a seat on a rock. He 
hunched over, warming himself, and his 
rounded shoulders revealed his elderly age, 
while his lifeless dark eyes depicted a silent 
resignation to his surroundings. 

Nearby, a clump of bushes began shaking 
and a sodden, damp-looking figure emerged. 
Bewildered, a young boy approached the fire. 

"Could I sit down for a while?" he in- 
quired as he removed a pack. 

"Sure, I'm glad to have someone to share 
it with," the man replied. 

They paused for a few minutes, each 
sneaking a glance at the other and all the 
while trying to appear interested with the 
fire. Finally the old man broke the silence. 
"Pretty dismal day to go camping on, isn't 

"Not really; I've got camping equipment," 
countered the boy. 

"Oh, I see," answered the old man de- 
ciding not to press the point. 

In the ensuing few minutes the boy 
squirmed uncomfortably until finally he re- 
sumed the conversation. "I guess you work 
around here? " 

Springing at the opportunity the old man 
began pouring out his story. "Hardly. I've 

been around this country for years. Never 
been able to hold a steady job. Went to col- 
lege, though, out in the West. When the 
Depression hit, I quit, packed my bags and 
headed east. College didn't do me much 
good. People didn't care about schooling 
when all you had to do was dig ditches for 
twenty-five cents a day." 

"That's too bad. Couldn't you get an of- 
fice job or something? You might have been 
able to make better money," the boy offered 

"I couldn't stand being cooped up all day 
like that. Didn't seem like the proper way to 
make money." 

"Well, what did you do in college? Isn't 
that the same thing? " inquired the boy. 

"Oh, mathematics and stuff, nothing really 
important," he answered casually. "How 
about yourself? Shouldn't you be going to 
school? " 

At this point, the boy quickly turned and 
looked into the fire pensively. "I used to go 
to school but got fed up with it. My parents 
were always after me to do my work and get 
good marks so I could go to university, but I 
didn't want to bother." 

"Is that why you ran away? " the old man 
quietly asked. 

"How did you know? I never told you! " 

"It's not hard to tell. How many kids 
wander around with packs on their shoulders 
when they should be in school? " 

"I guess you're right. You wouldn't say 
anything, though, would you? " 

"Of course not." 


Overhead the sky was clearing and the 
warming rays of the sun were chasing the last 
breaths of damp air away. Together the man 
and the boy ate breakfast over the coals of 
the fire and prepared to leave. Setting off 
under the warm noon-day sun, they began 
following the nearby train tracks. Camping 
under the stars, hitching rides on freight cars, 
and walking the rails, the two roamed the 
countryside for days. Carefree, they viewed 
the countryside in a different way. Stopping 
when they wished and travelling at leisure 
they developed a friendly rapport between 
each other. 

Their journey came to a close, though, 
when the freight car they were travelling on 
arrived one day in the boy's home town. 
Quickly disembarkmg to elude the railroad 
officials in the station, the boy and man car- 
ried their shrunken packs to a distance. Sens- 
ing the boy's unhappiness the man began, 
"This looks like a nice town. Wonder what 
the people are like? " 

"I can tell you," the boy replied drearily. 
"This town is my home." 

"Oh," was the man's only answer. 

Grudgingly the boy picked up his pack. "I 
never wanted to come back here. I just 
wanted to put this place in the back of my 
mind. Didn't work, though." 

Suddenly, the man stopped. "Why am I 
following you? You know you want to go 
home, and you should. I won't influence you 
any more. It's about time I left." 

"But why? Don't you want to meet 
them? " the boy asked, and then added sar- 
castically, "My parents are such nice people, 
ha! " 

"Must you talk like that? Can't you 
understand that you can't run away from 
everything in life? Look at me. I'm old, use- 
less and don't have a home or family. I was 

young once, but got scared just like you and 
ran away. I've been running ever since! " 

"Didn't you say you went to college and 
tried to get a job but. . . ? " the upset boy 

"Yes, yes," the man interrupted, "I said all 
that, but well, it was a lie. I never went to 
college. I was just a hot-shot punk who 
thought he had it all wrapped up." 

"I don't believe it! " he replied defiantly. 


"Well, don't believe me if you want, but 
you'll listen to my advice if you don't want 
to end up like me." 

The boy just stared incredulously and 
waited for the old man. 

"I'd better go now. I hope you'll listen to 
me and go home. Well, 'bye." 

The boy feebly murmured a good-bye, 
turned about and despondently began walking 
down the road. 

'Peter, that's enough!" his father said angrily.' 

"Peter, I guess you realize how worried 
your mother and I were about you," his 
father lectured. "We didn't get much sleep 
while you were gone." 

"I've told you I was sorry," the boy re- 
plied while eating his meal. 

"Let's not get into that again. You haven't 
told us what you did, dear," his mother in- 
quired, discreetly changing the topic. 

"Nothing," he mumbled, and then decided 
to tell them of the old man. "I did meet a 
nice man though. We were great friends." 

"Oh," was his father's un-interested reply. 

"I met him near a rail yard one day, and 
we travelled together," Peter continued. 

"Why didn't you bring him home? " his 
mother asked. 

At the edge of town, the twinkling twilight 
danced on the store windows in the business 
sector. Walking heavily, the old man, down- 
cast, slowly manoeuvered through the area. 
Kids from a nearby coffee house joked ram- 
bunctiously and the odor of hamburgers and 
onions wafted through the air. As he moved 
on, the streets became less bright, the shoddy 
stores more numerous, and the hotels and 
bars cheaper. The flickering lights of a fluo- 
rescent fronted tavern enticed the old man 
and he ascended its creaky stairs. Inside, the 
smoke purported a fire, and the smell, a 
dump. Sidling up to the bar, the old man 
tiredly asked for a drink. 

"Aren't you going to eat your breakfast? 
It's getting cold." 

Immersed in the paper, the boy mumbled a 
reply and continued reading. A brief news 
item caught his eye just as he was finishing 
the paper. 

"A man was killed tragically last night by 
a speeding train just outside city limits. 
... an elderly man, he had no identification 
and was poorly dressed . . . believed to be 
drunk at the time." 

"Peter, please eat your breakfast — Peter? " 

Quietly Peter replied, "I didn't think you 
would understand him." 

"I hope he wasn't a tramp or anything like 
that," Peter's mother asked hesitantly. "How 

"Mother, you just wouldn't understand," 
he spluttered. "Neither of you ever have! " 

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'hitch-hiking days 

About broken 7-Up bottles lying dry in thirsty ditches 
speckled and filmed a powdery gray. 

About days when the heat is so great 

that the buzz of the maddening-flies 

sears the air, 

and their translucent wings, prism like, 

hazily reflect the colours of the rainbow. 

They circle the thick air. 

They whisper and crawl quickly 

over a sign, done in tired red and white 

that proclaims the good news of Coca-Cola in two tongues. 

Only the heavy air hears, and it cares nothing 

for French, English or Coca-Cola. 

about bits of shattered glass, 


sparkling green in the bright hot roadside dust. 

about black metal windvane horses, 

hot as iron, 

with hooves that hover motionless over the land, 

without so much as a breeze 

to trot on. 

about barns, big sided 

and coloured weather-tinged shades of red, 

barns, waiving and shimmering in the afternoon heat 

that bounces off the melting grey roads. 

There is something special about silence settling 

over the noonday land, 

about dogs lying lazy in heavy sun 

and the air being full of 

the summer smell of Canada. 

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Saint Paul is a very old street; it is still 
brick paved. A tombstone to an older genera- 
tion, it still bears the imprints of hoofed 
locomotion and the scratches of weary, shuf- 
fling feet. Echoing from the cracks of the 
cobblestone, the voices of the dead mingle 
with those of the present, adding volume to 
the pitch as it rises higher and higher in an 
effort to bargain lower. The old women with 
their sagging breasts that have nursed too 
many children still converge around the 
streetside carts which lay bare the goods of 
many peddlers. Not unlike thousands of bees, 
they mill and buzz around a queen. The buz- 
zing of their desperate voices can be heard 
everywhere, for there is no escaping the con- 
stant battle for life. Always this irritation 
shrouds the mind until only a stark scream 
ends it. 

It was these sounds that Sandra Gail heard 
repeating over and over in her mind. She 
leaned silently against the bare window frame, 
numb to the itching of her sleeveless arm 
caused by the irregular blisters of peeling yel- 
low paint. Clad in an old, faded green Boy 
Scout shirt and jeans, she had the appearance 
of a fairy princess who lays in waiting for 
her Prince Charming, knowing all the while 
that he will never come. Motionless she 
gazed, passing the grey board houses with 

their made-up women beckoning from its 
windows, and searched in vain to catch a 
glimpse of the sun. Yet she could not see 
through the barrier that lay invisible between 
her and a totally different world. Sandra tried 
to imagine what lay behind a sunset. 

Of the spectrum, she saw only the absence 
of colors. Born in an atmosphere of misery 
and poverty, she had long become oblivious 
to the hurts. Now she only lived. 

Thus the sudden cry of her baby did noth- 
ing to disturb her, for she turned and slipped 
through the thick odours of the room to the 
doorless closet. Picking the baby from the 



dog basket which had been discarded by 
someone more fortunate, she offered the 
baby her breast, recalling sadly that the 
twenty dollars had long been spent. Sandra 
could never love the child whose mouth was 
another worry, yet she could not abbor her 
own flesh. 

Mechanically she tucked the baby under 
the torn quilt and retreated to the kitchen. 
The dull greyness of day had slowly given 
way to the blackness of night, and Sandra 
flicked on the switch which allowed the 
dangling lightbulb to dimly illuminate the 
room. Silently she ate her supper of crackers 
and peanut butter, while visions of pumpkins 
and carriages were blocked by screeching 
trains and hungry rats. Through the thin wall 
the sounds of a beating filtered through her 
mind, blocking the images of heaven. With 
every slap and obscenity Sandra felt the fear 
of living. Her pale blue eyes gazing around 
the room, she saw the corners of her prison 
and the dingy color of her life reflected in 
the wall. She saw the emptiness of the home 
and the whiteness of the moon against the 
dark of night. Before retiring to the lone 
mattress on the old floor, she reached with 
begging fingers for the small box in the cup- 

As the baby suckled, she heard the flushing 
of the toilet down the tenement hall, an 
epilogue to the vomiting which had preceeded 
it. Another drunk; another father who lay in 
fear of seeing the taunt face of his wife and 
the needle track on his kids; a man who 
found it so very hard to say that he had 
found nothing. 

The morning came and the sun shone 
brightly on her golden hair. The sun shone 
and glistened off her body. But Sandra would 
not wake. 

The baby cried. 

Rick Blickstead 


The Hunter 

The hunter closed the door behind him as 
he walked down the creaky, wooden steps 
into the darkness. He carried a twelve-gauge 
shotgun in his right hand and a flashlight in 
the other. He was tall and strong, and walked 
with large strides. It would be dawn soon and 
he would have to hurry. 

He turned the flashlight on and shined it 
in front of him. Within the sight of light, he 
could see a forest which had a small mud 
path leading through it. He began walking 
along the path. His green camouflage overcoat 
and hat blended with the wayside foliage and 
it seemed like it was swallowing him up. 
After a short stint of walking, he came upon 
a marshy pond where he found his small, 

equipped blind. It was covered by green 
branches which matched the marsh grass per- 
fectly. His experience told him that the ducks 
would be coming to drink soon. He settled in 
the shelter and waited. 

He began to hear the flutter of wings and 
loud splashes of the ducks, but he had to 
wait patiently before he could see. After five 
minutes three shots rang out and three ducks 
plumetted to the earth. He smiled happily. 
He shot five more ducks and unloaded his 
gun. He climbed out of the blind and began 
walking back to the house, just as the bright 
morning sun broke over the horizon. He was 

Charles Goodfellow 


The Games Children Play 

Let's play a game, cause there's nothing else 

To do when it's so quiet around. 

You don't move and I'll kill you; 

How does that game sound? 

That's no good; I want it my way, 

If we play with soldiers it will last all day. 

Now isn't that more fun? 

To make it really life-like would be lot's more fun, 

I'll break your soldiers, and you can break mine. 

Don't worry about replacing them, 

They're not hard to find; 

There are thousands in department stores, 

Of all different kinds. 

This isn't much fun with only two, 

Let's ask Brad over and he can play too. 

What if he decides not to come? 

Don't worry about that, just go ask him. Now run. 

He won't say no; that wouldn't be right. 

What should he care if his soldiers fight? 

He asked me questions like "Why play war? " 

I could not tell him and then he wouldn't go 

He said "I don't want to come next door 

And break my helpless soldiers in your stupid war. 

I see no reason; it makes no sense, 

And if you insist on playing like that, 

I'll see you round, Gents." 

It wasn't nice that he did that. 

Now we'll show the dirty rat; 

We won't play with him no more 

We won't even let him through the door. 

I'm afraid, I don't happen to think that way, 

Why should I listen to what you say? 

Do it my way or you'll be sorry, 'cause I'm right. 
No you're not, and to prove it, we'll have war. 
If I break all your soldiers then I win the fight. 
Not if I buy more at the department store. 
Why do we argue over such a trivial issue? 
I really couldn't tell you, but it's fun! 

— Lee Harrison 



George MacKay hurriedly downed his second 
cup of coffee, scooped up the sports section of 
the "Gazette", kissed his blonde wife who 
looked blearily up at him from under a sea of 
curlers, and raced to get his coat and hat and 
be off to work. He remembered to take along 
his golf umbrella because rain was forecast for 
the afternoon. As he donned his coat he 
wondered what his good friend Ed Stanley 
would have to say to him on the train about 
last night's party. George slipped out the door, 
closing it carefully to avoid waking the 
children. He turned and stumbled over the 
junkyard of toys, cursing his beloved little ones 
as he went. 

Once clear of the wreckage, George stopped, 
fixed his tie, took a deep breath of the spring 
air and stepped off briskly to catch the 
commuter train. He mused about the latest 
Toronto Maple Leafs dealings around the 
N.H.L., fervently hoping that they would end 
up on the raw end of the deal - as any good 
Canadiens fan should. He turned off the road 
and followed a well-worn path through a 
vacant field. 

This path was a great shortcut and gave 
George a chance to see a few real birds and 
flowers before he entered the unreal world of 
plastics, steel and glass for a dreary day's work. 
Suddenly a cat jumped out from the wispy 
grass and squatted on the path facing George, 
its tail switching methodically. The hair along 
its back raised, the cat stalked slowly forward. 
George had, by now, stopped. As the cat 
tiptoed toward him, he watched in increasing 
terror. The cat's tail was switching madly and 
its eyes were wide. They had the glassy, 
bulging look of a madman. George fought a 
rising fear. It swept up from his stomach - a 
coldness and clamminess that pervaded 
inexorably his bowels. 

George tried to persuade himself that a cat 
could never hurt him, but he could not force 

the thought of rabies from his mind. Picture 
after picture flashed to his mind of stories of 
men ripped and slashed terribly by mere cats 
or dogs. George tried to say something but his 
voice was gone. When he found he was 
speechless, George shrank back from his furry 
assailant who continued to head silently 
toward him. 

He threw the newspaper at the animal, but 
his arm was unexpectedly stiff and the paper 
fluttered to the ground in front of the cat 
which disdainfully clawed the face of Mike 
Walton as it passed over. George stood rooted 
to the ground. He had a sudden ridiculous 
notion that the cat had mistaken him for a 
tree and wanted to sharpen its claws on him. 
As if in a nightmare, George could see his legs 
being ripped apart by monstrous claws. 

It was this vision which released some long 
hidden and unknown trigger. George went 
beserk. He lunged at the beast with his 
umbrella and managed to spear the terrifying 
thing. It snarled viciously at him, heightening 
his fear. George stabbed again and again, 
blindly, but always hitting the squirming thing. 
Its snarls had turned to yowls of terror and 
pain. Now George moved in hard, kicking the 
animal again and again. Blood stained his pants 
and splotched his shoes. The beast no longer 
defied George. It simply lay in a crumpled 
heap. Yet George would not stop. He kicked 
and stabbed and stomped. His face was like 
that of some devil contorted beyond 
recognition. His lips were curled upward, and 
to anyone looking at him it would have 
seemed that he was smiling sadistically because 
of the pleasure it gave him to destroy this 
furry cat. But George was terrified. He kept 
hitting the animal because he was afraid if he 
stopped it would come for him again. 

George was not sure why, but suddenly his 
terror drained from him, and like a high tide 
after a storm it left a mass of debris in him. 


George looked down at the little heap of 
broken bones and bleeding skin. Then he saw 
his pants, and shoes and umbrella. George 
turned away very slowly and felt very sick. 

A train pulled into the station, tooting 
joyfully as it scooped up its commutor 
passengers. But George A. MacKay was not 
going today. 

Richard Menzies 



A match is lit, it flares, then dies, 
And somewhere in the dark she cries. 
She cries to them who know her fears. 
For unlike them she cries red tears. 
And somewhere in a different place 
A man is floating round in space. 
He shudders for he feels the pain- 
A pain that knifes him in the heart- 
For he was forced to make a start 
In a life that has no warmth or depth. 

They meet again for one last time, 
And though they sit on blocks of time 
They feel no burning and no pain 
For each of them has gone insane. 
For seven days they sit and burn 
And from their ashes we can learn 
That all of us must take our turn. 
A friend of both sees what has passed, 
And then he drives away quite fast. 
A match is lit, it flares, then dies. 

— Lyall Davies 


Green, Grey and Gold 

Green, grey and gold, 

It stands there in the valley by the sea, 

A mass of age softened stone and twisted ivy 

Blue-green leaves of age warped ivy, 
Climb up the walls and blackened chimneys, 
Softening the tower's hard military lines, 
Covering man's work with nature's disguise. 

Hargh-grey stone in fertile ground, 
Built on bedrock though its base sound. 
Its tower rising out of morning mist, 
Are like a dream your thoughts can lift. 
To a world where it is the central theme, 
Where the ways of life have no meaning. 

Burning gold, the sun in lead glass, 
Molten copper caught in ivy clasps. 

Oh, to fly to that enchanted place. 

Where the montains show their distant, snowy faces, 

Where time moves up to a slower pace, 

Where deep in one's heart, one knows he is safe. 

Cold grey stone in slit window-towers, 
Stirring the soul with some unknown power. 

— Robert llsley 


Ex F 

The springtime comes alive and fresh, and 
with it the happiness of birth. The mind is 
young and unafraid, for it knows not of 
seasons to come. A naive boldness greets the 
new day and soaks the energy of the sun. This 
infancy is liberated from the clinging, withered 
hands of old, to the sweet tones of the birds. 
Everything around it is new. Everything is 
green and budding. And with the carefree 
caution of innocence, curiosity overwhelms 
thought and the wonders of life are explored. 
The mind is quick to grasp the roundness of 
the berry, but unable to perceive the poison 
inside. The red petals of the rose are beautiful, 
but they hide the stinging bee. The world is 
growing and many have not faced the 
hardships of life. The young colt still sucks at 
its mother, though someday the easy meals will 

Time slips slowly into summer and all is lush 
and beautiful. Only faintly do the young 
saplings realize that there is not enough room 
for growth on the crowded forest floor. They 
never see the rays of sun that would give them 
life. The fight for survival has been slightly 
noted. The mind still learns, but not with the 
easy quickness of spring. Now the thought is 
being filtered. The young hawk has learned to 
fly and the field mouse begins to play the 
game of life and death. Yet food is plentiful; 
the mind stays actively happy. The dawn 
always commences a new day marked with 

feverish activity which only lulls during the 
darkened hours. However the superior mind 



does not like the nothingness of darkness and 
the artificial tries vainly to substitute for day. 

The warmth of summer passes on. Autumn 
has come to life bringing new ways to old 
methods. The hunters come and their metal 
spits fire on the frightened mind. A fawn loses 
its mother. A lost body filled with a lost mind. 
The panic of being alone attacks the sanity. 
You are lost in the woods and can no longer 
remember how to get out. The wind howls and 
the trees begin to lose their leaves. And as they 
fall to the ground, the tree has been laid bare. 
In one sudden, vicious gust, the tree stands 
naked and unprotected — open to the brutality 
of winter. 

The first snowfall unleashes the ugliness of a 
changed world. The animals see the struggle for 
survival. The fight where every creature thinks 
only of itself. Gone is the loyalty of species. 
The eye sees the greed for food and the 
hypocrisy of life. The bare mind sees the 
frozen carcass of a friend who learned too late. 

The music of the babbling brook can no 
longer be heard. Day after day the knowledge 
grows. The harshness of reality stabs the soft 
flesh of the mind. Tearing and cutting, the 
mind rips into shreds of yesterday. Thus the 
innocence of birth is murdered, and you are 



A Day in the Death 

Woke up, thanks to a bell, 
Have to get up, and go to hell 
Next thing I know I missed a meal 
I don't care 'cause I can't feel 
a thing. 

The bell goes again, 
I'm free at last! 
To do as I please, 
If I stay on campus 

God! I missed a class, 
The bell toils as it 
Spoils, my record, 
I'm gated 

"Hey, greatest buddy of mine. 
Can you spare a dime? " 
"Sorry, pal. 
Got no time." 

Look at my friend. 
There's no-one who'll listen. 
His average is eighty-five, 
Might as well kill himself. 

I sing, I pray, 

I can't stand straight 

And I can't sit still. 

I'm hoping for the day I die. 

Hey Bob! You're number one 
That's really great. 
But do you have time 
To hear my mind? 

"Don't do this, don't do that! 
You can't go there, you can't 
come here! 
Cut your hair, and don't 
You come cry in' to me! " 

His wife had a kid, 

Here, have a cigar. 

He's going to be a great playe 

But he's not even a boy. 

There goes the bell, 
Now I can eat. 
It rings again, 
Now I sleep. 

I look at the sky, 
And gaze at the stars 
Everything is peaceful 
But my ears are still ringing. 

- Peter Marchuk 




I wander unaware 

oblivious of my existence 

no longer dead 

but still 

not yet alive 

while you, 

warm below the horizon, 

wait patiently for my presence. 


once again we meet. 

You, with a smiling face 

and two golden arms 

greet me 

while I, 

tired and worn, 

lie beside your warm 

gentle body 


with unsubdued desire 

to be touched, 

blessed by your grace, 

I resign to .your care. 

— Myles Frosst 


You 'n Me 

Stepped aside to get out of the way 
Of a small red car, first one today 
That has almost hit me and put me away 
In a morgue, never to see the sunshine. 

an walked up tried to sell me some pills, 
"Try 'em kid, they'll take care of your ills." 
Said "No, thanks, mister, I've had my fill 
Of people tryin' cryin' 'n dyin' 

Big guy walked by a-flashing his knife 
So I crossed the street, I value my life 
The way it is, and so does my wife 
'Cause I got to protect seven children. 

Into my house, get out of the air 
And the black, soot-filled skies, 
But nobody cares 'bout you 

The Life of an Old Man 

Hands that could hold 
Great chariots in pace, 
Lips that have told 
Of many a great race, 
Feet that have passed 
Over roads deserted, 
Torn by the glass 
Of fancies perverted, 
Eyes that have seen 
Great battles 'mongst men, 
Knees that have been 
At the Altar. Amen. 

— Clive Law 

Like Father - Like Son 

On the morning of the third day the sea was 
calmed, the rain withheld. And the Lord was 

"This was not in the great scheme! It is 
supposed to rain for forty days and forty 
nights! What will Noah think of me? Imagine, 
he will be ridiculed by everyone for building 
that ape-holding ark". 

On earth, Noah was beginning to break 
through the brain-washing bestowed upon him 
by the Lord. 

"Look what you hath done unto me, you 
destroyer of the faith! Thou shalt not resume 
my confidence in you. Thou hast disillusioned 
me for my lifetime and my sons for theirs." 

God was in a paradox. What could he do? 
Then, like an apple falling on his head, he 
found the solution to his problem. Or so he 

"Noah, oh most faithful ark-builder. Heed 
me now, and thou shalt have wealth and 

And Noah spake back, "Lord, thou hast 
deceived me. Dost thou think that I will 
readily renew my enthralment with you? If so, 
then you are deceiving yourself, too! 

The Lord was sad at this refusal, but he 
asked again. 

"Noah, faithful friend. Help me in my time 
of need. Remember, a fairweather friend is no 
friend at all. Heed my words. I shall command 
the rain to fall again. It shall rain." 

And Noah went back to the ark, for the fear 
of the Lord was upon him. The rains came, 
and the earth was covered in water, and Noah 
and the Lord were pleased. 

"Well, maybe that will teach those 
money-lending men to abide by what the Lord 


But before his eyes, the water was dried up. 

and the rain stopped. At last the Lord saw his 


He retired back to his mansion up there, and 
sent for his Son. His Son arrived on a 

"Hey pops, what's up? Your zap's not 


"I command you to treat me with respect! 
After all, I am your elder! 

"What do you mean, my elder? I've been 
kicking around just as long as you have." 

"Why am I called the Father and you the 
Son? Explain that, you smart-alec punk." 

"Easy, pops. It's just that you're so 
old-fashioned, not moving with the times." 
"Bah, youngsters! Lotta freaks! 
The Lord then asked his son why he had 
stopped the rain. Jesus replies, evasively 
dodging the question, that the rain would now 
fall, and the rain fell. 

After all this had passed, and the Lord was 
his regal self again, he asked his Son why he 
had stopped the rain. 

(His Son is now more respectful, as time 
fosters respect.) 

"Well, Father, you were drowning my pot." 
"Your what? " 

"My pot. It's this little plant down there 
that you smoke, and wow, does it send you 

The Lord was displeased. 
"Why? Why?" he asked. 
"I've stopped, Father, but anyways, weren't 
you ever young? " 
"No, Son, no." 

The only difference between God and our 
fathers is that God was telling the truth. He 
never was young. 

James WHITE 


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Easter Island 

The speeches said, the prayers read 
He steps down - always ramrod erect 
Crisply combed hair with eyebrows to match 
Burnished brown brogues execute the turn 

Look to the left, scan the ranks 
Ties straight, buttons done 
The checklist covered - one thing more 
Are the handkerchiefs white? 

Nod to the right, pay forced respects 
Plastic smile with a plasticine mind 
Then out, the shoulders kept square 
Oh! The maple leaf is missing 
- Dick Menzies 


Where Knowledge Resides 

The rhythmical sound of the turning of pages 

the light footfalls of busy students among crowded book shelves 

the unending routine of books being drawn and returned 

immobile statues which bear expressions of deep pensive thought 

so enthralled with the world of words 

the disciplinary movement of eyes — back and forth, back and forth 

words sought 

words pondered 

words mocked 

an air of silence 

near the window motionless a figure sits 

experiencing a different world; the world of dreams. 

— James Davis 



It was a warm day I thought, just as I 
jumped from the boat on to a turtle I had 

Andy was already down under the water on 
one that he had grabbed. From underneath I 
saw Andy breaking the surface. Suddenly I 
realized the anchor of my boat was being 
hauled up. I raced towards the boat, but just 
as I got to the surface, the boat sped away 
with Andy shouting that I would not have the 

I thought back to how it all might have 
happened. It was about eleven o'clock on 
Saturday morning when Andy telephoned me 
to go turtle-riding. Naturally, I accepted. As 
soon as Andy came over, we started to load 
my boat with diving tanks, flares, and all sorts 
of materials that we always carry to deal with 
an emergency. Once we thought that we had 
everything, we checked again just to be sure, 
because when you go twelve to fifteen miles 
off shore you don't want suddenly to realize 
that you forgot something important. 

We each had two one-hour tanks of air 
which would be used easily in an afternoon of 
turtle-riding. Finally we were all set to head 
out to sea, so we cast off and began our 

The reefs that we were heading toward were 
about twelve miles off shore. They had been 
deathtraps to early sailing vessels because the 
coast of Bermuda is not even visible from 
them. Even though the water was quite choppy 
near shore, out by the reefs the water would 
be beautifully calm. 

The drone of the boat's engine became more 
and more distinct as the boat plodded on. 
Since we were in no hurry, the journey took 
us about an hour. The coast of Bermuda was 
now out of sight. 

We had finally reached the reefs by around 
one thirty. The sound of the engine was 
reduced to a growl as the boat slid to a halt. 
We would probably be able to get in two hours 
of turtle-riding and then be back on shore by 
about five-fifteen, which would be perfect. 

Slowly and carefully we both put on our 
diving equipment. At last we were both 
finished. Now all that we had to do was wait 
for a half-decent turtle to come along. You can 
ride almost any type of turtle except for the 
Hawksbill. Turtle-riding is no joke and a 
Hawksbill turtle can snap a chain in half with 
its monstrous snout. 

Just about four feet from the boat a green 
turtle surfaced for air. I made a last minute 
check of my gear and then jumped, trying to 
land right on the turtle's back. The hardest 
part of turtle-riding is just then, because while 
you're trying to grab both ends of the turtle's 
shell he's trying to break your hold by 
wriggling and thrashing around. Finally, as in 
most cases, the turtle gives in and the ride 

Whichever way you point the turtle's head, 
that is the way it will move. Once you are on 
the turtle and in control you can dart around 
freely. Riding a turtle on top of the water 
can't even compare with riding a turtle 
underwater. Once you go underwater a whole 
new world opens in front of your eyes. Andy 
was on a turtle now also. From what I saw of 
his, he too had managed to catch a green 
turtle. A green turtle is not very large but he is 
quite powerful and can pull you at about eight 
to twelve miles an hour. 

Together Andy and I witnessed the beauty 
of the undersea world; the multi-colored sea 
fans swaying in the ocean current. The sunlight 
filtering through the crystal clear water blinked 
on and off as clouds went scurrying by 

It was a good thing that I looked at my 
watch when I did because I had only about 
seven minutes of air left. I signalled to Andy 
and made my way to the surface with my 
turtle. The best way to dismount a turtle is to 
bring it close to the side of the boat, push its 
head down and jump into the boat. The reason 
that you must get into the boat so fast is that 
sometimes the turtle will get so mad that once 
you let it go it will turn around and attack. 


Although you never notice it until you let 
go of the turtle, you can get very tired 
turtle-riding. As I was resting on the boat, 
Andy and his turtle surfaced about fifty yards 
away and slowly he maneuvered his turtle in 
the direction of the boat. 

When he got to the side of the boat, all I 

could hear was a splash and then I saw him 

scramble over the side. By the time Andy had 

finally taken off his gear it was 3:30. We 

started to talk about what we were going to do 

that night. I told him that I had a date with 

Kathy. It was then that I could tell that there 

was something wrong with Andy. His face 

suddenly went pale. I now know that I 

shouldn't have mentioned Kathy's name. 

About a year ago, Andy went out with Kathy 

and she broke off with him, but he had never 

been able to adjust to seeing her with other 


I quickly suggested that if we wanted to get 
another hour of riding in we had better hurry 
up. Just as I was putting on my tank I noticed 
a gun in Andy's kit bag. I asked him what the 
gun was for. He said that he used it in case of 
an emergency. Well, soon enough, turtles came 
swimming by our boat and once more we 
challenged the sea. 

This time underwater seemed even more 
beautiful than the first. Down around thirty 
feet, however, you could tell it was getting late 
because it was becoming quite dark. The fish 
are very friendly and some of them will even 
come and tap on your facemask. 

Andy signaled to me that there was 
something wrong with his air-hose. I pointed to 
myself as if to ask him if he needed some help. 
He shook his head. Well, now I was down 
alone, but it didn't bother me too much. Time 
went by and then I thought I had better go 
and see how Andy was coming along. I hadn't 
realized it, but I had wandered about two or 
three hundred yards away from the boat on 
my turtle. As I neared the boat I saw a small 
cloud of sand. My God - that was the 
anchor! Could Andy be pulling it up? I 
realeased the turtle and raced toward the dark 

The prop started to churn just as I reached 
the surface. I yelled but he didn't answer. 
Then he shouted back that I would not have 
the date. 

That was everything that happened. I now 

awoke to the present and to the fact that I 

was in the water alone twelve miles off shore 

and night was closing in. I knew that it would 

be quite useless trying to swim in, because I 

would probably collapse before I got even 

two miles. All of the methods that I thought 

of seemed so futile that I got to the point 

when I almost threw off my tank and started 

to swim. Then the idea came. I could ride in. 

Suddenly another problem arose. Sharks! 

This problem somehow troubled me more than 

the others. I looked at my watch. It was seven 

p.m. The waters around Bermuda aren't really 

safe after five. I had to find a turtle. On the 

reefs is a marker so at least I knew what 

direction to head in. 

I swam slowly towards Bermuda, looking 
and praying for a turtle. It was still quite light 
outside and I would be able to spot a turtle if 
it surfaced. The sea no longer looked beautiful 
to me. I cursed it and I cursed Andy. I got to 
the point where I cursed the whole world. 

Suddenly, about ten yards away, a turtle 
surfaced. I could tell by the size of its head 


that it was a Leatherback. A Leatherback is 
quite a massive turtle with flippers growing up 
to four feet long, and having in excess of 
fifteen square feet of shell. 

Slowly I worked my way over towards the 
turtle. Then when I felt ready, I jumped onto 
its back. Never before have I felt a turtle 
squirm and fight so much to get free. In the 
end, however, I had won. Keeping my bearing, 
I pointed the turtle towards Bermuda and 
plodded on. 

Once again I thought about sharks. Just then 
I saw a boat coming. I started screaming and 
yelling. As the boat neared, I recognized it. It 
was mine. Andy was at the wheel. I kept on 
shouting. Suddenly a shot rang out and I was 
sprayed with water. It took me a couple of 
seconds to realize what was happening. I took 
the turtle down so that I could see the hull of 
the boat. I looked around to see where I could 
hide and just then I saw a shark about twenty 
feet away. All time stopped. I wished that 
something would happen, but I couldn't move. 


I could either be eaten by the shark or go to 
the surface and be shot. Suddenly a bullet 
ripped through the water beside me and the 
shark whisked away. 

I had to think of a plan. At least I still had 
my turtle. That's it, the turtle! The only way 
that Andy could picture where I was, was by 
my tank bubbles. I took a deep breath and 
looped the strap of my tank harness over the 
turtle's head. After I let go of the turtle, it 
scurried away and the boat followed. Just 
before I reached the surface, the tank fell off 

the turtle. The bubbles continued. The boat 

I reached the surface gasping and trying to 
be quiet. Slowly, I moved towards the boat 
and quietly pulled myself in. Andy had his 
foot on the side of the boat. I yelled and 
threw myself at him. Andy wheeled around. 
He slipped off the side into the water, and a 
shot rang out. I ran to the side just in time to 
see a shark's dorsal fin submerge. All was 
quiet, except for the shot that was still ringing 
in my ears. 







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Barakett, Pierre 

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"Mountwood" Wharf Road, 
Hudson, P. Que. 

420 Graham Boulevard, 
Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 304, P. Que. 

Box 249, 

Kingston 8, Jamaica 

4700 Connaught Avenue, 
Montreal 262, P. Que. 
43 White Pine Drive, 
Beaconsfield, P. Que. 
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Ottawa 5, Ontario 
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5654 Queen Mary Road, 


Montreal 254, P. Que. 

65 Dufferin Road, Hampstead, 

Montreal 254, P. Que. 

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Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

3136 The Boulevard, 
Montreal 217, P. Que. 

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Lennoxville, P. Que. 

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Westmount 21 7, 
Montreal, P. Que. 

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Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

c/o Bell Canada, 
Churchill Falls, Labrador 

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Montreal 254, P. Que. 

Southern Peru Copper Corp., 
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St. Bruno, P. Que. 

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Dollard des Ormeaux, 
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Andover, Massachusetts, 
01810 - U.S.A. 

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Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 305, P. Que. 

4065 Cote des Neiges, 
Montreal 109, P. Que. 

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K ingston, Ontario 

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Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 305, P. Que. 

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Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

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Rosemere, P. Que. 

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Mackenzie, Markenburg, 
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Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

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Montreal 109, P. Que. 

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London 1 1 , Ontario 

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P. Que. 

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Lennoxville, P. Que. 

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Montreal 111, P. Que. 
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Montreal 109, P. Que. 

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Montreal 21 7, P. Que. 

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Montreal 201, P. Que. 

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Ottawa 8, Ontario 

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50 Lakeshore Road, 
Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

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Town of Mount Royal 305, 
P. Que. 

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Chambly, P. Que. 

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St. Bruno, P. Que. 

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Edmonton 62, Alberta 

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Lennoxville, P. Que. 

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Montreal 109, P. Que. 

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Hampstead, P. Que. 

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Baie d'Urfe, 

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P. Que. 

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St. Thomas, 

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Port Cartier, P. Que. 

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Montreal 217, P. Que. 

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Montreal 217, P. Que. 

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Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

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Montreal, P. Que. 

Box 485, 

267 Victoria Street, 

Thurso, P. Que. 

3555 Atwater Avenue, 
Apartment 404, 
Montreal 109, P. Que. 

551 Merry Street South, 
Magog, P. Que. 

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Thetford Mines, P. Que. 

6 de Bienville Avenue, 
Baie Comeau, P. Que. 

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Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 304, P. Que. 

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Montreal 206, P. Que. 

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Wojatsek, Andrew 

Wolvin, Roy 

54 Finchley Road, 
Montreal 254, P. Que. 

1061 Des Rochers Street, 
Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

5700 Queen Mary Road, 


Montreal 254, P. Que. 

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Thetford Mines, P. Que. 

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519 De Gaspe Street, 
Nun's Island, 
Montreal 201 , P. Que. 

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Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 304, P. Que. 

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Quebec 6, 
P. Que. 

1385 Gordon Avenue, 
Peterborough, Ontario 

765 Lexington Avenue, 
Montreal, P. Que. 

140 Pointe Claire Avenue, 
Pointe Claire, 
Dorval 720, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 4889, 

Nassau, N.P., Bahamas 

3080 Trafalgar Avenue, 
Montreal 218, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 997, 

39 Church Street, 
Lennoxville, P. Que. 

1321 Sherbrooke St. West, 
Apartment C-20, 
Montreal 109, P. Que. 

40 Forden Crescent, 
Westmount, P. Que. 

Moulton Hill, 
Lennoxville, P. Que. 

439 Stannock Avenue, 
Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 304, P. Que. 

460 Wood Avenue, 
Westmount 217, P. Que. 
"Pedregal", Tamarind Vale, 
Warwick, Bermuda 

56 Gables Court, 


Ste-Anne de Beltevue 870, 

P. Que. 

30 Gables Court, 
Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

4998 de Maisonneuve Blvd. West, 
Apartment 1216, Westmount, 
Montreal 215, P. Que. 

4950 Jean Brillant, 
Montreal 248, P. Que. 

1565 Dominion Avenue, 
Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

1455 Sherbrooke St. West, 
Apartment 2704, 
Montreal 133, P. Que. 

24 Princess Avenue, 
Willowdale, Ontario 

79 Les Chenaux, 
Vaudreuil, P. Que. 

23 Speid Street, 
Lennoxville, P. Que. 

42 Senneville Road, 


Ste-Anne de Bellevue 830, 

P. Que. 


Woodsworth, Nicholas 


Canadian Embassy, 
Addis Ababa, Ethopia 

115 Hawthorne Drive, 
Baie d'Urfe, 

Ste-Anne de Bellevue 850, 
P. Que. 

Wright, Michael 

Zinay, Michael 

610 Montgomery Avenue 


Albert County, N.B. 

15 Grove Park, 
Montreal 21 7, P. Que. 


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